The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 182

“No! Don’t you dare fucking leave me! You promised me you’d survive this and you never lie. Don’t you start now! Do you hear me?!” Alaric’s protests are part fury, part sobbing pleas in my ear. But hearing them gives me a renewed determination to hold on as long as I can for him.

“Need your mark.” I mutter, unsure I actually spoke the words. “Claim… me…” Then everything goes dark.

I wake with no memory of what happened next or any understanding of the time that was lost, the halo of light surrounding me my only awareness. The comforting warmth and soothing presence filling me up from inside until I feel it bursting from every pore. Alaric.

He’s everywhere. Inside me and all around me, his teeth in my neck replacing the mark that had only brought anguish and misery with strength and beauty and absolute rightness. And when he finally pulls away to lick and seal his mark, I can’t manage to stifle the wanton moan that escapes my lips, completely oblivious to where we are or who might hear me.

“Thank fuck!” Alaric buries his face in my hair, taking deep, drugging lungfuls of my scent. “Goddess, I fucking love you, sweetness. And as much as I adore those sexy sounds you make, the feel of my lips on your skin, we’re in a bit of a time crunch at the moment.”

His attempt to lighten the mood doesn’t go unnoticed. And his relief floods our renewed bond despite having no time to bask in our reconnection. But his joy is tempered with the caution I feel rolling off him in waves– we still have enemies between us and our exit. And no way to know if help will be here in time.

"Four minutes," he notes, glancing purposefully at the watch on his wrist. "With any luck, Garrett's forces are positioned at the eastern perimeter access point."

Alaric carries me toward exit, refusing to relinquish the bruising hold he has me in. The corridor stretches on before us as we move with renewed urgency, freedom almost within our reach.

The maintenance access door appears ahead, the panel flashing from red to green just as the doctor predicted. Alaric pushes it open with careful force, carefully assessing the passage to where our loyal forces should already be waiting.

Before we can take our next step, a distant explosion resonates through the building, signaling Garrett’s arrival right on time. Alaric guides us forward with increased speed, more certain than ever of our plan’s success.

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