The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Alaric

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The last of the pack representatives have finally arrived and it’s time to get down to business. The great hall fills with more ranked wolves than it’s held in generations. Representatives from every pack in my territories gather to face a threat none of us fully understand yet.

Through the mate bond, I feel Sage’s nervous energy from where she stands with other healers. Cassius watches her too intently from his position near Blackthorn’s delegation, while Eris sits with Victoria’s group on the opposite side. Their careful distance feels calculated, especially since she can’t seem to keep her eyes off him.

Something about how the wolves arrange themselves catches my attention. Traditional allies sit apart, while packs that historically feuded now whisper together in corners. The usual political lines blur as new alliances form.

“Notice how Blackthorn’s delegation splits their attention?” Garrett murmurs. “Half focused on defense discussions, half watching Sage’s every move.”

He’s right. Even their head healer seems more interested in studying Sage’s techniques than sharing their own experiences with the attacks.

“My King.” Lord Harrison’s voice draws my attention. “We await your word.”

Rising to address the gathering, I feel the weight of every eye, every expectation. “You’ve all experienced these attacks. Seen how they grow more coordinated, more strategic. This is no longer a problem any single pack can handle alone.”

Murmurs of agreement ripple through the crowd as I present evidence – attack patterns, injury reports, territory maps showing systematic targeting.

“The mutations evolve,” Pine Valley’s Alpha reports. “Each attack shows new adaptations.”

“And the wounds resist traditional healing,” another adds. “Only the ancient methods seem to work. Methods that have been all but lost to history. Until now.”

I notice how Cassius leans forward at this, his attention sharp. “Perhaps,” he suggests smoothly, “Lady Sage could elaborate on these healing techniques?”

The mate bond floods with Sage’s unease as she steps forward to explain. But her voice stays steady as she describes the challenges, the ways the infections adapt, the methods needed to counter them.

Watching Sage explain healing techniques to the gathered wolves, I notice how naturally she commands attention now. No trace remains of the timid omega from Blackthorn. Power radiates from her as she demonstrates methods for treating corrupted wounds.

But I also notice how Cassius studies her every move, every gesture. Through our bond, I feel her discomfort under his scrutiny, though she maintains perfect composure.

Pride fills my chest as other healers nod in agreement, as ranked wolves listen with growing respect. She’s earned her place here, regardless of Cassius’s games.

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“The patterns suggest organization,” Garrett presents his findings. “These aren’t random attacks. Someone coordinates them, provides information about pack defenses.”

“The coordination goes beyond timing,” Pine Valley’s Alpha points out. “They know exactly where to strike – weak points in defenses, patrol schedules, even which warriors to target first.”

The evidence becomes more disturbing as each pack shares their similar experiences. Not just coordinated attacks, but specific targeting – taking out each pack’s strongest defenders first, eliminating healing supplies, disrupting communication between territories.

“They’re isolating us,” I realize suddenly. “Making each pack feel alone in their struggles until now.”

“Divide and conquer,” Lord Harrison agrees grimly. “The oldest strategy in warfare.”

But watching Cassius’s careful attention to these revelations, noting how Eris’s allies position themselves throughout the hall, I wonder if we’re already more divided than we realize.

“It’s almost like they have inside information,” Lord Harrison suggests carefully.

The implication sends tension through the gathered wolves. The idea that someone among us feeds information to our enemies…

“We should examine pack records,” Victoria’s father suggests. “See who had access to defense plans.”

“Are you suggesting treason?” Another Alpha bristles.

“I suggest nothing. Merely that we consider all possibilities.”

“But who would-” Lord Marcus starts.

A commotion outside interrupts – another pack reporting attacks. The news chills the room: three more territories hit simultaneously, each strike precisely targeted.

“We need immediate action,” one Alpha demands.

“Careful planning,” another argues. “We can’t rush blindly-”

The debate about action versus caution grows heated. Some Alphas demand immediate strategic strikes against mutant wolf territories. Others argue for strengthening defenses first.

“We can’t leave our packs vulnerable,” one argues.

“We’re already vulnerable,” another counters. “Every day we wait-”

“And rush blindly into what might be a trap?” Lord Harrison interrupts. “These attacks are too coordinated. Someone wants us to react exactly that way.”

As the debate rages on, I notice Eris whispering with her allies while Cassius makes careful observations about pack vulnerability.

Through it all, something nags at me – a pattern I can’t quite grasp. The timing of attacks, the specific targeting

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Hours have passed when a guard appears at my shoulder. “My King, Lady Sage asked to check healing supplies

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