The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 170

True mates.

The realization sparks dangerous hope in a situation designed to create absolute despair. Cassius calculated for an ordinary mate bond, for a typical connection ancient magic could sever completely. But our bond was forged through fire, trials beyond any ordinary experience, strengthened through challenges no typical mating endures.

True mates bonded by the Moon Goddess herself might follow different rules than science or the magic of mere mortals could ever anticipate.

"Your cooperation during the transition period benefits everyone involved," Cassius continues, misinterpreting my focused examination as acceptance of an impossible situation. "Particularly your former mate, whose physiological stability remains a priority during the remainder of pregnancy."

I meet his gaze with a carefully controlled expression, my beast temporarily leashed by my strategic mind now formulating possibilities where rage alone would see only a hopeless trap. "What exactly are your terms?"

The question clearly pleases him – evidence of capitulation where continued resistance would endanger what matters most.

"Reasonable accommodation during the bond-stabilization period. Non-interference with medical protocols established for optimal fetal development. Eventual negotiated departure once biological imperatives no longer create a risk to mother and child."

All lies, of course. Science disguising violations that would never end voluntarily. But temporary compliance buys me precious time to confirm what my instincts suggest – a bond altered rather than completely severed, a connection damaged but not destroyed.

"I require ongoing verification of their wellbeing," I counter, establishing parameters while Phantom howls for blood he’s temporarily denied. "Unrestricted access to medical information. Personal observation of all procedures."

"Naturally." His agreement comes too easily, confidence in his trap's completeness permitting generosity in minor details. "Transparency benefits scientific documentation. Your presence poses no obstacle to established protocols."

Behind a carefully neutral expression, a plan begins forming – not escape or direct confrontation made impossible while Sage remains vulnerable to the bond's instabilities, but a longer strategy requiring patience I reluctantly recognize as necessary.

He believes science has rendered me irrelevant, replaceable. His fundamental error – reducing a sacred connection to mere chemistry, to neurological pathways, to hormonal responses measurable by equipment. I choose to believe our bond transcends such limitations.

I settle beside Sage's bed with patience born of absolute certainty. Let Cassius believe his victory is complete. Let him celebrate a trap successfully sprung. Let his clinical detachment blind him to a truth science cannot measure.

The Moon Goddess linked us for reasons beyond his understanding. And what the Goddess joins cannot be fully severed by any magic devised by lesser beings.

I will wait. I will watch. I will find a way to restore what he’s damaged but not destroyed.

And then I will tear out the throat of the wolf who dared claim what was never his to take.