The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 166

"Fight it," I whisper, words meant for both Alaric and my own body struggling against the paralytic compound. "Our bond is stronger than any tool, any magic, any—"

"Admirable sentiment." Cassius positions the bond-cutting instrument precisely over Alaric's mark, its edge glowing with ancient magic designed specifically to sever what should be permanent. "But reality supersedes emotional attachment, regardless of intensity."

Through our bond, Alaric's desperation comes through with heartbreaking clarity – so close yet still too far, racing with impossible speed against a countdown measuring in mere seconds now.

"Please," I beg, strategy and dignity abandoned in the face of a violation more intimate than physical harm could ever be. Tears stream unchecked as the bond-cutting edge lowers toward the mark representing everything we've built together. "Please don't do this."

"I’m afraid it’s necessary, pet." Cassius responds, unmoved by a desperation that would touch any heart not completely consumed by psychosis. "Binding you to me will ensure your cooperation."

The instrument touches Alaric's mark, ancient magic sending cold fire through my veins, our connection instantly begins unraveling under his specialized attack. This time, a pitiful keening sound breaks through as the searing pain radiates through me. Alaric's howl of rage and despair reaches across the remaining distance as he feels our sacred connection beginning to dissolve despite my desperate resistance.

"Now for replacement," Cassius states, setting aside the bond-cutting tool and leaning closer to my vulnerable neck where Alaric's mark already begins to fade. "This part requires a bit more intimacy, I’m afraid."

His teeth lengthen, his Alpha canines preparing to replace a mark still fighting to maintain existence. Through our shredding bond, Alaric's presence flickers – still fighting, still approaching, but our connection degrading with every passing second.

"Ideal claiming requires consent," Cassius notes with detachment entirely at odds with the violation he prepares to commit. "But I suppose it can’t be helped."

His teeth brush my skin, the touch sending revulsion through every cell in my body. Alaric’s presence grows fainter by the second despite his physical distance decreasing with every desperate stride.

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