The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 135

"Please," he babbles as we approach. "I'm just following orders. Just a scientist. I don't know anything—"

"Then you're worthless to us." I let power fill my voice, amber bleeding into my eyes.

His resistance crumbles immediately. "The extraction protocols – they're in the final testing phase. We've successfully transferred minor abilities between subjects. Nothing like full healing powers, but the principle is sound."

Through our bond, Sage's methodical examination of his words searches for truth, for deception.

"Where have they gone?" I demand. "Where did they take the equipment, the specimens?"

"The convergence site." Fear makes him compliant now. "Where all research branches meet before Phase Two activation."

"Which is when?" Sage steps forward, her power making the researcher flinch.

"Before the council meeting." His eyes dart between us. "That's all I know, I swear. The timing is crucial – everything must be in place before the council convenes."

Through our bond, urgency builds as pieces align. Whatever Cassius has planned, it happens within days. Before we can expose the conspiracy to those council members not involved.

"Coordinates." My patience thins. "Where is this convergence site?"

The researcher's hesitation costs him as my hand closes around his throat. "Last chance."

"The old temple grounds." The words tumble out. "In neutral territory between the major packs. Where ancient ceremonies were performed before the modern council formed."

Recognition flashes through our bond – Sage knows this place from her historical research. Sacred ground where wolves once conducted rituals too powerful for ordinary locations.

"Perfect symbolism," she says softly. "The place where ancient packs formed their first alliances, now used to consolidate power against those they fear."

We secure the researcher for transport back to our territory, then continue methodically gathering everything left behind – partial records, equipment specifications, names of wolves involved in this branch of research.

Through our bond, Sage's growing realization flows with crystalline clarity. "This isn't just about healing abilities. These extraction protocols could theoretically work on any innate power. Alpha strength. Shift capabilities. Anything that makes us what we are."

"Universal power transfer." The implications chill my blood. "Creating artificial dominance by stealing abilities from others."

"Happens within forty-eight hours." I finish her thought, our bond making such completions natural now. "But rushing in without full intelligence—"

"Is exactly what they'd expect." Her hand finds mine. "Which is why we won't do that."

Through our bond, her plan unfolds with elegant precision. Not a frontal assault on the convergence site. Not waiting passively for the council meeting. Something else entirely – a third option only possible because of her evolved abilities and our enhanced connection.

"It's dangerous," I warn, though pride in her strategic thinking flows through our bond.

"So is doing nothing." Her eyes meet mine with unwavering certainty. "So is letting them dictate the battlefield."

Looking at her now – my brilliant, fierce mate who turns every challenge into unexpected strength – how can I argue?

"Together," I agree, sealing the decision that will either save our kind or destroy us both.

Because whatever Cassius has planned at that ancient temple ground, whatever power he seeks to steal, he's about to learn why true mates are the most dangerous opponents of all.