The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 97

Cassius

They think they’ve won. I watch from shadows as Alaric leads Sage through the gardens, his hand possessive at her lower back. The way she looks at him now, all soft eyes and gentle smiles… it would be amusing if it wasn’t so useful to my plans.

“Quite the cozy picture,” Eris murmurs, appearing beside me. “Your little scheme to separate them failed.”

“Did it?” I keep my voice neutral, studying how power radiates off Sage now. Such potential, wrapped in such a delicate package. “Sometimes you have to let your prey feel safe before the real hunt begins.”

Her eyes narrow slightly. “What are you planning?”

“The question is, what are you planning?” I turn to her with calculated interest. “The Northern territories have always wanted more control over the Lycan King…”

“And they’ll have it.” Her perfect smile holds secrets. “Through the perfect Luna who understands their

interests.

“The Northern territories will support whatever weakens his control,” Eris continues thoughtfully. “A scandal about his mate, perhaps…”

“Or her disappearance?” I suggest casually. “Imagine how unstable he’d become, losing her after just reconciling.”

Her eyes glitter with interest. Let her think we share the same goals. She’ll never understand that breaking Alaric is just a bonus – Sage’s power is the real prize.

We share a moment of mutual understanding. Let her play politics with the Northern wolves. Let her scheme for a crown and power. My goals are… simpler.

I remember how Sage yielded so sweetly when she thought I cared for her. How eager she was to please. Imagine that willingness combined with her new abilities, properly controlled…

“Time to make our exits, I think.” Eris studies her nails. “Let them believe they’ve won.”

She’s right. The gathering winds down as packs prepare to return home. Time for the perfect diplomatic retreat.

I make my performance flawless – gracefully accepting defeat, making shows of respecting their relationship. But my eyes never leave Sage, cataloging everything about her. The way she moves now, confident in her power. The way her white wolf’s energy flows through her healing.

Such wasted potential, using those gifts to help others. Under proper guidance, proper control…

“Leaving so soon?” Daphne’s voice carries just the right note of concern. Sweet, devoted Daphne – so useful in her obsession with me. So suitable for the proper marriage I’ll need eventually.

No one even knows she accompanied me. Of course they’d never let her cross into Silver Crown territory after her accusation against Sage was proven false, an accusation she made at my behest. Thankfully she’s managed to stay in the shadows, gathering useful intel for me.

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“Time to return home,” I tell her, letting her read whatever she wants in my smile. “Though I’ll miss certain…. attractions here.”

My gaze lingers on Sage as she works in the healing wing as we pass on our way out. She’s grown so much stronger since those innocent days at Blackthorn. The power that radiates from her now… properly channeled, properly dominated…

I study her technique as she demonstrates healing methods to other packs‘ healers. The way she channels power through her hands, the instinctive understanding of energies that goes beyond mere herb knowledge… With proper training – proper motivation – she could do so much more.

Imagine that power controlled, directed. Imagine her using it not to heal, but to enhance. To strengthen warriors, to create better fighters. To serve more… interesting purposes.

“You’re watching her again,” Daphne’s voice carries carefully hidden jealousy.

“Observing potential,” I correct smoothly. “You understand about potential, don’t you? About proper roles and positions?”

She preens slightly at my implications. Poor, predictable Daphne – so eager to be the proper mate, the suitable wife. She’ll play her part perfectly while I keep Sage for more private entertainment.

During my last night at Silver Crown, I have my men sneak Daphne out of the territory, her presence no longer of use to me here. Then I carefully arrange to cross paths with Sage one final time. She’s alone in the herb garden, gathering evening blooms.

“I wish you every happiness,” I tell her with perfect sincerity. Let her think I’ve accepted defeat gracefully.

She stiffens but maintains composure. “Thank you. I hope you find peace as well.”

Such dignity. Such strength. Imagining breaking that composure, destroying that dignity… the anticipation makes my blood burn.

“You’ve grown into quite the power,” I observe casually. “So different from that timid little omega I knew.”

A flash of unease crosses her face before she masks it. She feels it – the predatory intent beneath my polite words. But she’s stronger now, less willing to show fear.

That will make it so much more satisfying when I finally teach her her place,

Throughout the formal farewell ceremony the next morning, I maintain perfect diplomatic courtesy. Let the gathered wolves see how graciously I accept loss. Let them remember later how no one suspected…

“A shame things couldn’t work out differently,” I tell Alaric formally when he comes to say his final goodbye as his position demands. “But perhaps this gathering has helped heal old wounds.”

His eyes narrow slightly at my choice of words. The beast in him still wants blood for my earlier manipulations. But he’s too proper, too kingly to act without cause,

That will be his downfall.

Through it all, I watch Sage. Note how she moves through the pack with new confidence. How that delicate

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