The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 123

“She crossed the northern border two hours ago.” Garrett marks the location on our map. “Traveling fast, but leaving an obvious trail.”

“Too obvious.” My fingers trace the route. Through our weakening bond, I feel Sage’s fever climbing higher, each moment we waste costing precious strength. “She wants us to follow.”

“Almost certainly a trap.” Garrett meets my eyes steadily. “But we’re running out of time.”

He’s right. The healers say the poison spreads faster now, targeting not just Sage’s body but the very essence of our mate bond. Each hour brings us closer to losing both.

“The council demands-” An elder starts from the doorway.

“The council can burn.” Power rolls off me in waves. “This is what they wanted, isn’t it? Their precious traditions preserved by breaking our bond?”

“My King-

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“Get the fuck out.” When he hesitates, my roar shakes the walls. “All of you. Out!”

Only Garrett remains as I study the map. Letters we intercepted suggest Eris has the antidote, or at least knows how to make it. But the references to Blackthorn territory, to resources only Cassius could provide…

Through our bond, I feel Sage’s pain spike. Feel her fighting with everything she has even as the poison tears at our connection.

“We leave in ten minutes.” I roll the map, already moving. “Choose our fastest warriors. We hunt tonight.”

Sage

The poison burns like ice in my veins as I drift between worlds. Through our bond, I feel Alaric’s determination, his fury, but the connection grows weaker with each breath.

Memories swirl like smoke – my first shift, finding my wolf so late. The pack that cast me out for being different. The healer who helped me understand my powers…

Something tugs at my consciousness. Something important about that last memory.

“Her fever’s rising.” A healer’s voice penetrates the haze. “The poison adapts to everything we try.”

I want to tell them what I’m remembering, but can’t form the words. Can barely hold onto the thought as more memories crash over me.

Meeting Alaric. His amber eyes the first time our powers synchronized. The way he looked at me this morning during ritual practice…

The ritual. Something about the ritual preparation. If I could just focus…

But darkness pulls me under again.

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Alaric

Her scent trail leads exactly where we expected – an abandoned hunting cabin near the border. Too perfect. Too

obvious.

“At least fifteen warriors inside.” Garrett reports after scouting. “Northern territory wolves, heavily armed.”

Through our bond, I feel Sage trying to tell me something. Feel her frustration as consciousness slips away again.

“She’s in there.” I taste Eris’s scent on the wind. “She better have the fucking Antidote. It’s the only thing buying her a few more minutes to live.”

“She’s waiting for us, I can feel it.” Garrett shifts uneasily. “We could try to negotiate-

“No.” My beast rises at the mere thought. “She dies tonight.‘

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Because I feel it through the bond – how the poison eats away at our connection. How each moment brings us closer to losing everything.

“On my signal,” I tell the gathered warriors. “No mercy.”

Sage

The memory sharpens through the fever haze – the old healer’s cottage, walls lined with ancient texts. I was so young then, terrified of powers I didn’t understand.

“Your abilities aren’t just about healing,” she had told me, showing me illustrations of the ancient healing packs. “They’re about understanding. Adapting. Learning.”

More recent memories blur through – the mutant wolves, how my powers had learned to fight their corruption. The way my abilities grew stronger each time I faced a new challenge.

“The poison spreads faster,” a healer’s voice penetrates my delirium. “Nothing we try seems to work.”

Of course it doesn’t. Because the poison isn’t just targeting my body. It’s targeting the very essence of what I am – a healer, a mate, a bridge between ancient powers and present strength.

Through our weakening bond, I feel Alaric’s determination as he hunts. Feel his power reaching for mine despite the distance. The poison tries to sever that connection, but in doing so, it shows me its true nature.

This isn’t just about breaking our mate bond. It’s about breaking my connection to the ancient healing abilities themselves. Whoever crafted this poison understood exactly what I am – what I could become.

“Her powers are failing,” someone says distantly. “The bond fades…”

But they’re wrong. My powers aren’t failing – they’re learning. With each attempt to heal myself, they understand more about what fights them. Like with the mutant wolves, like with every challenge I’ve faced…

The revelation hits through the fever – I’ve been fighting this wrong. Trying to heal the damage instead of understanding it. Instead of letting my abilities adapt and evolve.

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With the last of my strength, I stop fighting the poison directly. Instead, I let my powers study it, learn from it, understand how it works at its deepest level.

Because that’s what the ancient healing abilities were really about – not just mending wounds, but understanding the very essence of power itself.

Through our bond, I try to show Alaric what I’ve discovered. Try to warn him that this is bigger than just us. That whoever crafted this poison knows secrets about the healing packs that were supposed to be lost forever…

But consciousness slips away before I can complete the message.

Alaric

Through our bond, I feel Sage’s discovery like fragments of broken glass – sharp, crucial pieces I can’t quite fit together. Something about the poison being more than just poison, about ancient powers and deeper threats.

But her consciousness fades before I can grasp it fully, leaving only that sense of urgent warning. Whatever she’s realized in her fever dreams, it’s bigger than Eris’s revenge or even Cassius’s ambitions.

The cabin stands dark before us, too quiet now that we’re close. No movement, no sound, but scents that don’t belong – hints of Blackthorn territory mixing with Northern herbs. Evidence of alliances that shouldn’t exist.

“My King.” Garrett’s voice holds warning. “Look.”

Carved into the cabin’s door, still fresh enough to bleed sap, is a symbol I’ve seen before – in the ancient texts about healing pack persecution. About those who feared powers they couldn’t control.

Something much darker than political manipulation is at play here. But understanding will have to wait.

Because through our bond, I feel Sage’s heartbeat slowing. Feel our connection growing thinner with each passing moment

“Now,” I command, done waiting. “Take them all.”

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Because somewhere in that cabin, Eris hides with the key to saving my mate. And nothing – not her guards, not her traps, not even her mysterious benefactor – will keep me from reaching her.

And Goddess help her if we’re already too late.

Cara Anderson Author