The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Cassius

They think they’re so clever, maintaining careful distance in public. But I can smell him on her – pine and winter wind clinging to her skin beneath her own honeysuckle scent. The Lycan King’s touch is all over what should have been mine.

Watching them now at morning council, anyone else might miss their subtle tells – how his eyes track her movements, how she unconsciously angles toward him. But I see everything. I always have.

What they don’t understand is that this isn’t about a spurned mate claiming what he lost. This is about power – pure, raw power that radiates off her now. The way wounds heal under her touch, the way others naturally follow her lead despite themselves… she’s become something rare. Something valuable.

The noble wolves are pathetically easy to manipulate. A few careful words about propriety, about a king compromising himself with an omega of unknown origins, and they practically write the scandal themselves.

“Such a shame,” I murmur to Victoria, who hangs on my every word. “How our illustrious King lets himself be… distracted during such troubled times.”

Her eyes narrow with interest. “Distracted?”

“Mmm.” I maintain perfect concern. “One wonders what… methods our little healer uses to gain such influence. After all, she managed to seduce an Alpha once before.”

No one here knows it’s not strictly true. The seeds take root quickly. By midday, whispers spread through noble circles: “-using healing as excuse to get close-” “—always in his private quarters for ‘meetings’—” embarrassing really, falling for such obvious manipulation-”

“She’s changed him,” I overhear one Elder telling another. “The Lycan King never would have ignored tradition like this before she came.”

Perfect. Let them think this is about pack politics and improper relationships. Let them focus on scandal while I watch her power grow.

Back in my quarters, I study the ancient texts I brought – records of healing pack abilities that go far beyond what most know existed. The power to heal isn’t just about fixing wounds. It’s about control. Control over body, over spirit… over the very essence of what makes a wolf.

And she carries that bloodline. That potential.

Imagine that power properly… guided. Properly controlled.

It doesn’t take long until the need to see her pulls me from my room. The whispered rumors I’ve helped perpetuate will be enough to make Sage and our king uncomfortable. But whispers aren’t enough. I want to see her squirm.

I find her alone in the herb garden, exactly as planned. She stiffens at my approach, but doesn’t run. She’s grown stronger – more interesting.

“Tell me,” I circle her slowly, “have you finally learned what that pretty mouth is good for? Such a waste when

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you were mine – all that innocence I never got to corrupt.”

She goes very still. “Stay away from me.”

“Now, now.” I catch her arm when she tries to leave. “Is that any way to treat someone who knows your dirty little secret? Someone who could cause so much… trouble with that knowledge?”

“Let. Go.” Power ripples off her – another fascinating development.

“You’ve evolved beautifully,” I tell her honestly. “So much more than the timid little thing I rejected. Now I understand what drew his attention.”

“Your threats don’t frighten me anymore.”

“No?” I lean closer, breathing in Alaric’s scent on her skin. “Then why are you trembling, dear one? Why hide your relationship if you’re so unafraid?”

She jerks away, but I’ve made my point. The fear in her eyes is intoxicating.

Later, I arrange to catch Alaric alone. His beast rises instantly at my presence, but he maintains rigid control.

“Quite a predicament,” I observe casually. “A king caught between duty and… pleasure.”

His eyes bleed amber. “Choose your next words carefully.”

“I merely wonder what your noble supporters would think.” I examine my nails. “Learning their king sneaks around with a former reject. My former reject, at that.”

His growl shakes the walls, but we both know he can’t touch me without cause. Not with every ranked wolf watching for signs of instability.

“You know what fascinates me most?” I continue our conversation smoothly. “How protective you are of someone who isn’t even properly yours. No claiming bite, no public acknowledgment…”

His control slips for just a moment – enough to convince me I’m right.

“What kind of king hides his true mate?” I press the advantage. “Unless… maybe she’s not as willing as you pretend? Maybe you’re the one using power to manipulate-”

His hand closes around my throat, then releases just as quickly. We both know he can’t act. Not yet.

“There it is,” I smile. “That legendary control slipping. All because of one little omega. Imagine how much further you might slip if something were to… happen to her.

“Although,” I continue thoughtfully, “perhaps we could reach an arrangement? To keep such… delicate information private?”

“What do you want?” He grits out.

“Want? Nothing yet.” I smile pleasantly. “Just keeping my options open. After all, she still carries such… potential.”

The threat in my words is clear. She’s more valuable now – power awakened, confidence grown. A prize worth

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reclaiming, perhaps.

His beast screams for blood, but his position binds his hands. For now.

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Watching her later with the other healers, seeing how naturally they defer to her now, I refine my plans. She’s not just some rejected mate to torment anymore. She’s a key to power that most can’t even comprehend.

Let them think this is about revenge or spurned affection. Let them focus on scandal and politics while I watch her abilities grow stronger each day. A power worth any price to control.

First, though, I need to isolate her. Break her support system. Make her doubt everything she thinks she knows about love and loyalty. Starting with her precious Lycan King.

This game requires perfect timing. But the prize is worth playing the long game to acquire. Watching him struggle with rage he can’t act on, watching her try to maintain dignity while fear resurfaces… well that’s just a

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This is just the beginning.

Because she was mine first.

And I always take back what belongs to me.

Cara Anderson

Author

Thank you for reading!

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