All Chapters of The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Sage"Are you ready?" Alaric asks, his hand resting on the chamber door we haven't opened in nearly a week. Through our bond, his reluctance to return to the outside world mirrors my own."As I'll ever be," I reply, smoothing the front of my dress one final time. Nothing about my appearance betrays what might be growing inside me, yet I feel fundamentally changed in ways that surely must be visible to everyone we encounter.The moment the door opens, reality rushes back – guards snapping to attention, servants averting their eyes with knowing deference, the weight of kingdom responsibilities descending upon us once more. Through our bond, I feel Alaric's beast remain unusually close to the surface, hypervigilant despite the apparent calm of the packhouse corridors.We make our way toward the great hall for morning council, eyes following our progress with barely concealed curiosity. The wolves who witnessed my heat's dramatic beginning now watch with new awareness, particularly the unm

SageTwo weeks pass in a whirlwind of preparation. Though my body shows no outward signs of the life growing within, everything around me transforms in anticipation of the announcement. Security tightens to levels that would seem excessive if not for the fierce determination I feel through our bond each time Alaric issues another protective measure."The eastern balcony provides the best security profile," Garrett explains, reviewing the announcement plans one final time. "Clear sight lines, controlled access points, multiple escape routes if needed.""It's a pregnancy announcement, not a military operation," I point out, though I've long since stopped fighting the increased protection. Through our bond, Alaric's approval flows as Garrett continues outlining security measures that would befit a declaration of war rather than new life.While they finalize logistics, my own preparations have taken a different direction. Since Iris's casual mention of the prophecy, I've devoted every spar

SageAnother note, carefully folded and slipped beneath the herbs I'd set aside for morning sickness remedies. I unfold it with practiced caution, already knowing what I'll find – the same ancient script, the same vicious threats against my life, my child, our future."Your healing blood will spill before the abomination draws its first breath."I burn it like the others, watching ancient parchment curl and blacken to ash. Two months have passed since our announcement, my pregnancy now visible in the slight curve beneath my gowns. Two months of increasing threats, each more specific than the last. Each carefully hidden from Alaric.Through our bond, I feel him approaching before I hear his footsteps – his awareness of me heightened with each passing day of pregnancy. I scatter the ashes and compose myself before he enters our private study."You should be resting," he says immediately, noting the books spread across my desk. His protective instincts have only intensified as my body cha

Sage"The integration program shows remarkable progress," Lord Harrison reports, genuine approval evident in his typically measured tone. "Three territories have established healing centers staffed by wolves previously hiding their abilities."I try to focus on the council update despite the persistent ache in my lower back – a new development in my fourth month of pregnancy. Through our bond, Alaric's attention divides between council business and constant monitoring of my comfort, his awareness of my physical state sometimes exceeding my own."And security at these centers?" he questions, his priorities clear in the ordering."Comprehensive," Lord Harrison confirms. "As you specified, my King."What goes unspoken is the reason for such unprecedented security – not just protection for previously persecuted healers, but safeguards against those who might use healing centers to track my movements, my interests, my potential vulnerability.The past month has settled into an uneasy patter

AlaricNo further protest emerges as guards begin their methodical search, examining communications, personal items, even scent markers that might indicate recent contact with unauthorized territories. Through the still-strained bond, I focus completely on Sage's presence – faint but persistent, life force strong despite circumstances."My King," a guard approaches, his expression grave as he presents a scroll discovered among one council member's possessions. "This contains detailed security protocols for royal healing visits. Specifically, eastern village procedures."Lord Kincaid – elderly wolf who opposed integration of healing abilities from the beginning – maintains his dignified posture despite damning evidence. "Standard security briefing," he claims, though pallor beneath silver fur betrays awareness of position's weakness."With delivery route information?" The guard indicates specific notation on scroll. "Arrival times? Guard rotation details?"Silence confirms what evidence