Semua Bab The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: Bab 121 - Bab 130

AlaricThe ancient temple texts pointed to what we needed – ceremonial passages beneath the sacred grounds, pathways for spiritual journeys now forgotten by modern wolves. While Cassius's barriers block all surface approaches, he's overlooked what lies beneath."The entrance should be here." I brush centuries of debris from stone marked with the crescent moon. "Used by spiritual leaders to access the temple heart unseen."My warriors work quickly, clearing the concealed entrance. Through our bond, I feel Sage's growing horror as Cassius reveals more of his plan. The threat to our mate bond sends fury coursing through my veins, but I channel it into focus, into determination.The passage finally opens, narrow stairs descending into darkness. Not all warriors will fit – this route was designed for ritual, not invasion."I go alone," I decide, silencing protests with a look. "The rest maintain pressure on the barriers. Create the illusion of a desperate, disorganized assault."Garrett cla

SageThe first wave hits the eastern villages shortly after noon. I arrive with a team of healers to find destruction beyond what we anticipated—houses burning, civilians wounded, warriors engaged in desperate combat with creatures more evolved than any we've yet encountered.These aren't mindless beasts. They move with frightening intelligence, coordinating attacks, setting ambushes, targeting the most vulnerable with eerie precision.Without hesitation, I establish a field hospital in the village square, organizing healers to triage the wounded. But as more injured arrive, I realize traditional methods won't be enough and I can’t be everywhere at once. Or maybe I can. "Keep them stable," I instruct the other healers before stepping into the center of the square.My powers have evolved beyond what anyone—even I—fully understands. As I close my eyes and extend my senses, I feel every injury within range, every corrupted wound, every life hanging in balance.Golden light extends from m

Sage"Hold still," Helena commands gently, adjusting the ceremonial silver circlet nestled in my hair. "The ancient symbols must align precisely."My reflection stares back from the ornate mirror – a stranger dressed in traditional Luna garments with distinctly non-traditional modifications. The gown follows royal protocol in its elegant silver-white fabric, but embroidered healing symbols edge the sleeves and neckline, acknowledging the heritage I once had to hide."Nervous?" Iris asks, arranging the ceremonial cloak around my shoulders. Through the open bond, I know Alaric senses my anxiety despite our agreement to maintain mental distance until the ceremony."Is it that obvious?" My hands smooth non-existent wrinkles from the dress."Only to those who know you well." Helena's fingers work with practiced precision, securing ancient silver pins. "I felt the same before my marking ceremony."That gives me pause. The composed, elegant queen I've come to know seems incapable of such unce

SagePower surges through me like nothing I've experienced before – not the gentle healing energy I once knew, not even the evolved abilities that fought corruption. This is something primal, instinctive, responding to threat against mate and self.Light explodes from my hands without conscious direction, forming a barrier between us and the approaching wolves. Not destructive force but something more subtle – energy that neutralizes the pheromones driving them to madness, temporarily dampening the biological imperatives overwhelming their reason.The pursuing wolves falter, confusion replacing feral hunger as my scent suddenly becomes muted to their senses. Through our bond, Alaric's surprise mingles with fierce pride as he takes advantage of their momentary disorientation."Now!" His partially shifted form moves with lethal grace, clearing a path toward our chambers. His claws extend, not to injure packmates who can't help their reactions, but to establish dominance, to warn away any

AlaricDays blur together as her heat continues – moments of primal claiming followed by brief periods of clarity. During these interludes, I care for her with attention that would surprise those who know only the Lycan King, not the mate. I bring water, food, cool cloths for her overheated skin – anything to ease what her body endures.The ancient chambers seem to respond to her condition, the air cycling cooler during her fever peaks, the lighting adjusting without command to soothe her sensitive eyes. These rooms have witnessed countless royal heat cycles through generations, designed with ancient magic that recognizes and responds to a queen's needs.Between her heat waves, I find myself unable to move far from her side, Phantom refusing to relax his vigilance. Each small sound from beyond our door heightens my alertness, my senses hyper-focused on potential threats despite the chambers' impenetrable protections. The instinct to guard my vulnerable mate overrides all rational thoug