The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 81

Alaric

The message from Pine Valley Pack arrives before dawn – multiple wolves injured in a coordinated attack, wounds that won’t heal properly. They beg for help, but what catches my attention is the opportunity their request presents.

Away from politics. Away from noble wolves‘ schemes. Away from everything keeping me from having a proper conversation with my mate.

“You can’t be serious,” Lord Marcus protests when I announce my intentions. “Both you and the healer leaving? Now?”

“They’re a small pack under my protection,” I remind him. “And these attacks grow worse. We need to understand what we’re facing.”

“Send guards then,” Victoria’s father suggests. “Surely the Lycan King doesn’t need to go himself.”

“They’re a small pack without the means we enjoy here in Silver Crown. They need someone to assess their defenses and understand how their king can help them.” I let power color my tone. “They need both leadership and healing. They’ll have both.”

More protests follow, but I silence them with a growl. Let them scheme in my absence. Right now, fixing things with Sage matters more.

I find her in the healing wing, preparing medicines. The mate bond pulses with her awareness of me before I speak.

“Pine Valley Pack needs help,” I tell her. “We leave in an hour.”

Her head snaps up. “We?”

“They have multiple wounded. Wounds like the ones from our attack.” I maintain professional distance despite my beast’s need to go to her. “They need your skills.”

Suspicion colors her scent. “And you’re coming because…?”

“Because they’re under my protection.” And because I need to fix what I broke between us, but I keep that part to myself.

She studies me for a long moment, then nods shortly. “I’ll pack supplies.”

I catch her conferring with Aura – her white wolf is already a legend among other packs. Their silent communication shows in her changing expressions before she finally nods.

The mate bond betrays her tumultuous emotions as we prepare to leave – anxiety, anger, and something deeper she tries to suppress. Phantomt claws at me to go to her, to explain everything now, but this isn’t the time or place.

The forest path to Pine Valley requires careful navigation. I position myself to guard our small group’s flanks, hyper–aware of potential threats. Every time Sage’s scent shifts with tension or unease, my beast demands we

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check the surroundings.

Despite her anger with me, I notice she still responds instinctively to my silent signals – a raised hand for quiet, a gesture to change direction. The mate bond makes our coordination natural even when we’re barely speaking.

The journey takes most of the day. Sage rides close to Iris, who insisted on coming despite my protests. I catch fragments of their conversation:

“-obvious what he’s doing–““–don’t care why, he needs to—” “. -not that simple, Iris—”

Phantom whines at the pain still evident in Sage’s voice. But at least out here, away from pack politics, I might have a chance to explain properly.

Pine Valley Pack greets us with desperate gratitude. They’re small but proud, clearly uncomfortable asking for help but pushed to it by necessity.

“Lycan King,” their Alpha bows deeply. “We’re honored…”

But his words trail off as he spots Sage. News travels fast. Even this tiny pack in the middle of nowhere has heard by now – the last heir of the healing packs, awakened in her power. His pack healer actually falls to her

knees.

“Please,” Sage says uncomfortably. “Show me the wounded.”

Watching her work still takes my breath away. Power flows from her hands as she examines injuries, her white wolf’s energy visible even in human form. My lycan preens with pride for his mate despite our current distance.

We work together seamlessly in spite of everything – her healing abilities complimenting my strength as we help their wounded. The mate bond hums with rightness even as she maintains careful space between us.

But even as we work, I can’t help but notice all the signs of the recent attack – broken trees, scorched earth, traces of corrupt magic that makes my beast snarl. But what catches my attention is how the damage forms patterns, just like at our pack

“They knew exactly where to strike,” their Alpha explains as we examine the aftermath. “Took out our strongest defenders first, then went for the younger wolves.”

Sage’s hands still momentarily over a particularly bad injury. I feel her horror through the bond at the calculated nature of the attack.

“Like they knew your pack structure,” she says quietly. “Your defenses.”

“Exactly.” He looks between us uncertainly, “We’ve heard rumors… about similar attacks?”

I share a look with Sage, our personal issues momentarily overshadowed by the larger threat. Someone is coordinating these attacks, targeting specific packs with inside knowledge.

A theory forms, but before I can pursue it, his Beta approaches apologetically.

“About sleeping arrangements…” he starts awkwardly. “We didn’t expect… that is, we only have one room prepared…”

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