The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 191

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"Council," Alexander remarks with that uncanny awareness of obligations beyond his immediate environment. "Northern wolves waiting."

The reminder brings a reluctant return to political responsibilities. "He's right," I acknowledge, sharing a look with Alaric that carries resignation and amusement in equal measure. "Duty calls."

As the nursery attendants arrive to supervise Alexander's morning activities, I feel a momentary pang at the separation necessary for royal obligations. Through our bond, Alaric's matching reluctance flows alongside recognition of responsibilities we cannot postpone indefinitely.

"We'll return after the council session," I promise, pressing a kiss to Alexander's forehead before setting him down. "Perhaps you'd like to join us for lunch in the royal gardens?"

His smile carries sunshine despite the indoor setting. "Yes! Flowers tell stories." Another cryptic reference to abilities still mind boggling to fathom – apparently he can communicate with living things beyond normal understanding.

As we depart the nursery for the great hall where the council awaits, Alaric's hand finds mine with an ease that makes my heart swell despite years of such casual contact. The connection between us carries comfort and strength I once would have believed impossible to find in a life that began with being an outcast from my very earliest memories.

"Happy?" he asks quietly as we walk corridors lined with pack members who bow respectfully to the king and queen who have led them through war and adversity in staggering measures.

The question carries depths beyond a simple inquiry – acknowledgment of the journey that brought us to this moment, recognition of every trial we’ve survived. Was it worth it? Through our bond, my answer flows with a certainty words alone could never fully convey – contentment deeper than just momentary happiness, fulfillment transcending circumstances to touch something eternal between souls meant to find each other despite every attempt to keep them apart.

"Complete," I respond, the word carrying my absolute conviction. "Despite everything – or perhaps because of everything – I've found a wholeness I never believed possible."

His fingers tighten around mine, silent understanding flowing between us. The path that brought us together carried darkness neither of us would have chosen, yet led to light brighter than either could have found alone.

The great hall awaits with political obligations and potential challenges from the Northern delegation representing territories once aligned with those who threatened our very existence. The future stretches before us with questions still unanswered about conspiracies that targeted healing bloodlines for generations. Alexander continues developing abilities we can’t possibly understand or control. A new child grows in my womb, a princess for the Lycan throne whose path remains unwritten despite her brother's confident pronouncements.