The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 187

The celebration continues around us, the entire kingdom acknowledging the heir whose existence represents both fulfillment of ancient words and the beginning of a new era none could have fully anticipated. Through our connection, contentment flows alongside a lingering wariness – joy in the present moment balanced against awareness that threats remain beyond the walls currently sheltering our family.

But as night deepens and the ceremonial feast gradually transitions to a quieter gathering, a different energy builds between us. Sage's eyes find mine across the crowded hall, her thoughts flowing with crystal clarity despite the distance separating us – reminder of the promise whispered before the ceremony began, intention that has nothing to do with politics or prophecy and everything to do with the man and woman who found each other against all odds and expectations.

When we finally withdraw, Alexander settled peacefully in his nursery under Iris's watchful care, that energy transforms into tangible heat. The door to our private chambers barely closes before Sage turns to me with intent that steals the breath from my lungs.

"I believe," she says, hands already working at the fastenings of my ceremonial attire, "I made a very specific promise earlier."

My hands find her waist, drawing her closer as our bond lights up with anticipation. "A promise I've been thinking about through interminable speeches and presentations."

Her laugh vibrates against my throat as she works her way down the row of ceremonial buttons. "I noticed. The bond between us made certain thoughts impossible to miss."

"Good." My fingers find the intricate fastenings of her ceremonial dress, practiced now from months of learning every detail of royal attire that once seemed foreign to us both. "No secrets between true mates, sweetling."

The garments that took servants hours to prepare fall away in moments, all barriers between us eliminated with an efficiency born of desire too long constrained by our public obligation. Through our connection, need flows both ways – not just physical release but a deeper reunion of souls temporarily separated by duties of crown and kingdom.

In this private sanctuary, titles fall away as swiftly as our clothes hit the ground. Not king and queen, not Alpha and Luna, not even parents to a child whose future remains unwritten despite ancient predictions. Just a man and a woman, mates bound by choice as much as destiny, lovers who found each other against every obstacle that would have separated them.

"I love you," Sage whispers against my skin as we move together in darkness illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the glazed glass windows. "Not because fate demanded it, not because a kingdom finally accepted it, but because my soul recognized yours before my mind could understand what that meant."

The words echo through our connection, carrying truth we've both come to understand through trials that would have broken lesser bonds. True mates find each other not because fate demands it, but because souls recognize what belongs together despite tradition or expectation that would keep them apart.

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