บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Sage Sleep evades me as dawn creeps over the horizon. The nightmare still lingers – Cassius's cruel smile, the searing pain, the pack's jeering faces. But something else tugs at my mind too: the feeling of safety in Alaric's arms, the warmth of his touch as he calmed my fears. It's dangerous to thi

Alaric Her scent lingers on my skin – honeysuckle and rain, with an undertone of something ancient that calls to my wolf. I force my attention back to the council meeting, where raised voices echo off stone walls."Three more attacks in as many days," Garrett reports, pointing to marked locations

Alaric Dawn hasn't broken yet, but sleep is impossible. My lycan paces restlessly, replaying yesterday's confrontation with Sage in the rain. The way her silver-blonde hair clung to her skin. The defiance in those violet eyes. The scent of her – honeysuckle and rain and something that calls to ever

Sage Dawn paints the training field in shades of gold as we gather for morning practice. I'm still sore from yesterday, but a different kind of tension thrums through me as I watch Alaric demonstrate today's defensive moves. His powerful frame moves with fluid grace, and I force myself to focus on

Sage The scent of healing herbs usually calms me, but today even the familiar routine of sorting leaves and roots can't quiet my nerves. The servants' whispers echo through the healing wing like falling leaves:"—alliance meeting—" "—King Perseus himself suggested—" "—perfect match, really—"I focu