บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King's Outcast Omega: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

AlaricShe moves through the garden like a ghost in moonlight, her silver-blonde hair catching starlight as she mechanically sorts herbs. Even from my office window, I can see the shadows under her eyes, the slight tremor in her hands.My beast rages beneath my skin, remembering how she flinched fro

Alaric Her scent lingers on my hand where our fingers intertwined in the library last night. Honeysuckle and rain, with that underlying hint of something ancient that calls to my beast in ways I can't explain. I should be focusing on territory reports, but all I can think about is how she leaned in

Sage "Shoulders back, chin up – but not too much, you don't want to seem arrogant." Iris circles me like a general inspecting troops. "Yes, like that. Now the greeting."I attempt a formal bow, trying to remember all the rules she's drilled into me since dawn. "My Lord Alpha—""Too deep for an Alph

Alaric She moves through the healing wing with quiet confidence now, her silver-blonde hair caught up in a simple braid as she instructs younger healers. My beast purrs at the sight of our mate so naturally embedded in pack life, teaching others with gentle authority that grows stronger each day."

Alaric Her distress hits me like a physical blow, the mate bond pulsing with pain that isn't mine. I find myself outside her door before conscious thought, her scent tinged with salt and sorrow.When she opens at my knock, the sight stops my breath. Her face is carefully composed, but her eyes are