The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 129

Alaric

Alpha Sloane stands flanked by his elite guards, his power filling the laboratory like a physical presence. Unlike his son’s calculated charm, Sloane’s authority comes from ruthless pragmatism.

“Investigating treason.” I step forward, placing myself between him and Sage. “Your son attempted to murder my mate.”

Through our bond, I feel Sage’s assessment of the new threat – counting guards, evaluating escape routes, calculating our odds if this turns violent.

“Serious accusations.” Sloane’s eyes move clinically around the laboratory, betraying no surprise at its contents. “Though I see you’ve already made yourself comfortable in my facilities.‘

“Your facilities?” Garrett’s voice carries disgust. “You claim knowledge of these experiments?”

Sloane’s expression remains impassive. “What I know or don’t know about legitimate research in my territory is hardly your concern.”

“Legitimate research?” Sage steps beside me, her outrage flowing through our bond. “You call creating monsters to attack innocent wolves legitimate?”

“I call protecting our kind from unnatural abilities legitimate.” Sloane’s gaze fixes on Sage with cold calculation. “Powers that upset the natural order. Powers that certain bloodlines were never meant to possess.‘

Ice slides down my spine at his words – so similar to what Cassius said while trying to poison Sage. Through our bond, her realization matches mine. This conspiracy runs deeper than we thought.

“You know where Cassius is.” It’s not a question.

“My son makes his own choices.” Sloane gestures to his guards. “As do I.”

The guards move to surround us, weapons ready. Through our bond, battle strategies flow between Sage and me seamlessly, our enhanced connection preparing for what comes next.

“You have two options.” Sloane’s voice remains coldly formal. “Leave immediately, taking nothing with you. Or remain as my… guests… while we discuss the future of certain abilities in our world.”

The threat hangs heavy between us. Through our bond, Sage’s determination matches my own – we came for answers, and we won’t leave without them.

“Actually,” I let power fill my voice, “you’re the one with two options. Cooperate with a formal investigation into these illegal experiments. Or face the combined might of every territory loyal to the Lycan King.”

Tension crackles like electricity as we face off. Behind us, the mutants continue their frenzied attempts to reach Sage, their containers creaking under repeated impacts.

“You misunderstand your position.” Sloane’s smile never reaches his eyes. “This facility exists with the blessing of powers greater than a single Lycan King. Powers that have maintained order for generations.”

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“By creating monsters?” Sage’s voice remains steady despite her horror. “By poisoning those with abilities you fear?”

“By containing threats before they spread.” His gaze rakes over her with clinical detachment. “Your powers were supposed to be eradicated generations ago, along with all healing bloodlines. An oversight we’ve been correcting.”

Through our bond, understanding clicks into place – this isn’t about Sage specifically. It’s about what she represents. About abilities some believe should remain extinct.

“The council will never support this.” I gesture to the mutants, the experiments, the evidence of deliberate attacks. “Once they see what you’ve done”

“The council?” Sloane’s laugh holds no humor. “Who do you think authorized the original purge of healing bloodlines? Who established laws preventing such wolves from holding power? The council doesn’t just support this work – they commissioned it.”

A crash from behind us as one of the mutants finally breaks through reinforced glass. Guards rush forward, but not before the creature manages two lumbering steps toward Sage, its malformed body straining toward her with single–minded purpose.

Through our bond, I feel her powers surge instinctively – not to heal this time, but to understand. To analyze. Her abilities have evolved beyond anything I’ve witnessed, cataloging the creature’s corruption at its fundamental level.

“You modified them.” Shock colors her voice. “These mutants aren’t just weapons. They’re designed to absorb healing abilities. To consume them.”

The guard finally subdues the creature, but Sage’s discovery hangs in the air between us. Through our bond, her horror mixes with dawning understanding – these experiments weren’t just about eliminating individual healers. They were working toward the systematic eradication of healing abilities altogether.

Chapter 130