The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 190

"We should get up," I say reluctantly after indulging in the comfort of Alaric’s arms longer than our mornings usually allow. But all too soon, the moment we’ve spent basking in our joyous news is overshadowed by the awareness of the many responsibilities waiting beyond our private chamber. "The council will be gathering soon."

Alaric growls softly, arms tightening around me in playful resistance. "They can wait," he counters, rolling to position his body above mine with careful weight distribution that somehow manages to be protective and passionate simultaneously. "I've just learned I'm going to be a father again. There are matters requiring immediate attention before affairs of state can possibly be addressed."

The desire flowing through our connection ignites a matching response in me, political obligations temporarily fading beneath more primal considerations. This has been an unexpected gift from all we've endured together – passion deepened beyond anything I could have dreamed as the fanciful, outcast girl I’d once been, our physical connection carrying so much more than mere pleasure.

"The king makes a compelling argument," I concede, hands already tracing familiar patterns across his powerful muscles and warm skin. "The council can indeed wait."

Time becomes a meaningless measure as we reaffirm the connection that has carried us through darkness to this moment of light. Not just a physical joining but a deeper reunion of our souls, recommitting to a bond that proves we’re so much more than what I ever knew mates can be to one another.

Later, as sunlight climbs higher in the sky visible through the castle windows, we finally give in to the duties that cannot be put off any longer. Alaric helps me dress with the intimate familiarity born of countless mornings shared, his hands lingering against my abdomen where a new life grows with a heartbeat only my evolved senses can detect at this early stage.

"We should wait to announce the pregnancy," he suggests, protective instinct evident in every line of his powerful form. "At least until the northern delegation has departed."

The caution reflects a lingering wariness neither of us can fully dismiss despite months of relative peace. Though Cassius lies dead, it would be irresponsible of us to dismiss the possibility of others who might have supported his beliefs.

"Agreed," I respond, appreciating his concerns while refusing to let potential threats overshadow our present joy. "Though I suspect Alexander will reveal the secret in his own way before we're ready for a formal announcement."

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