All Chapters of The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Alexander’s Alpha HalfCold, ancient metal bites into my wrists and ankles, restraints designed specifically to contain Alpha power. I strain against them for the hundredth time, muscles bunching with effort, a growl of frustration building in my throat when they refuse to give even slightly.The ritual chamber deep within the Northern stronghold pulses with magical preparations—silver lines traced across the stone floor in complex patterns, ceremonial objects placed at precise intervals around the central circle where I'm restrained. Moonlight will soon stream through a series of apertures and mirrors built into the mountain itself, focusing directly on this spot when the ritual begins.Without my healing half, rage burns constant and unfiltered through me. Pure Alpha nature without the temperance of compassion or patience. Every instinct screams to break free, to hunt down those who've done this to me, to establish dominance through whatever violence necessary. It takes tremendous wi

LyraThe secret passage narrows as we descend deeper into the mountain stronghold, ancient stone pressing in from all sides. The amulet at my throat pulses with increasing urgency, responding to Alexander's proximity and his growing danger. Through our bond, I sense his pain, his essence being forcibly extracted by Vega's ritual."We're running out of time," I whisper to Selene, who leads our group through the winding tunnel.She nods grimly. "The ritual chamber should be just ahead. Remember, once we enter, everything happens quickly. Vega won't abandon the extraction willingly."Behind us, Dominic, Elara, Kieran, and three healers from my community move with quiet determination. Each carries weapons or healing supplies according to their skills. The coming confrontation will require both.The passage ends at a small stone door carved with the now-familiar spiral pattern. Selene retrieves the Silverspiral Key from its box and fits it into the barely visible keyhole. As it turns, my am

Alexander Whole. The sensation floods through me like a rush of warm water—healing and Alpha natures no longer at war but balanced once more, each aspect strengthening the other rather than fighting for dominance. After the nightmare of separation, existing as half of myself, the relief of reunification is so profound I can barely process it.I stand unsteadily in the clearing outside the Northern stronghold, the night air cool against my face, the moonlight illuminating our unlikely rescue party. My body feels simultaneously stronger than ever and utterly exhausted, power surging through me in unpredictable waves as my reunited essence settles back into physical form.But overshadowing this relief is a jarring wrongness that cuts through everything else—the mate bond with Lyra flickering like a candle in strong wind, sometimes blazing bright, sometimes fading to near imperceptibility. Each fluctuation sends pain lancing through my chest, as if someone is repeatedly severing and refor

Lyra The Cave of Whispers feels different this time. Where before it radiated ancient wisdom and calm, now it pulses with urgent energy that matches the amulet against my throat. The silver light emanating from the reflecting pool at the chamber's center seems to reach for Alexander as we enter, tendrils of luminescence stretching toward him like seeking fingers.Alexander stumbles beside me, leaning heavily on my shoulder as we approach the pool. The bond between us has deteriorated to little more than a ghostly thread, fading in and out of perception. Each time it dims, his face contorts with pain that mirrors the hollow ache in my own chest."We need to hurry," Elara says, violet eyes scanning the chamber with that otherworldly perception she's developing. "The bond is unraveling faster now that we're here.""That doesn't make sense," Dominic objects. "Shouldn't this place strengthen their connection, not weaken it?"Kieran steps forward, his healer's senses clearly detecting somet

Lyra The palace rises before us, gleaming white against the afternoon sky. After days in forests and mountains, its manicured perfection seems almost unnatural—too orderly, too controlled. Guards snap to attention as our small party approaches, their expressions shifting from alert wariness to shock when they recognize Alexander."Your Highness!" The captain of the guard rushes forward. "We've had search parties combing the kingdom for days."Alexander straightens in his saddle, exhaustion visibly pushed aside as he assumes royal bearing. "Inform my parents of our return. We'll speak with them immediately.""And the others, sire?" The captain's gaze slides over me, lingering longer on Kieran with undisguised suspicion."They are under my personal protection," Alexander states firmly. "Escort us to the royal chambers."As we enter the palace grounds, I feel eyes tracking our every move. Servants pause in their duties to stare, courtiers whisper behind hands, guards assess Kieran and me