The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199

Alexander

Once back in my private chambers, I immediately share the information I’ve uncovered with Dominic as I prepare myself for the Gala ahead.

“Two children,” he repeats thoughtfully, furrowing his brow. “That sheds light on why Elara has suddenly become the center of so much attention lately.”

“Attention from whom exactly?” I ask sharply, my curiosity piqued.

“Several factions,” Dominic replies cautiously. “Nothing outright threatening yet, but definitely more scrutiny than usual.” He assists me with the formal jacket, carefully adjusting the silver epaulettes until they sit perfectly. “What’s your take on Princess Selene’s interpretation of the prophecy?”

I pause, weighing my thoughts carefully. “It feels too convenient—almost suspiciously so. That her bloodline matches the prophecy’s exact requirements, and the timing of their arrival coinciding with this new revelation—it’s almost too perfect.” I shake my head slowly. “Still, the original text itself seemed authentic. The parts about division, about being torn apart—they struck a chord deep inside me.”

“Your nightmares,” Dominic suggests quietly.

I nod in agreement. “Yes. And apparently, Elara has been plagued by similar dreams.”

“That’s… unsettling,” he admits.

Before I can respond, a gentle knock breaks our conversation. My mother steps inside, radiant in a gown of rich violet that perfectly complements her striking eyes. Despite the years and hardships she has endured, she remains as stunning as the stories say—the same woman who once captured my father’s heart so completely.

“My son,” she says softly, moving forward to adjust my collar with the tender care only a mother can show, ignoring the fact that I am no longer a child. “You seem troubled.”

I hesitate for a moment but then decide to confide in her about the prophecy text from the Northern delegation. As I recount the new passages, her expression grows more grave.

“This text,” she murmurs once I finish, “I need to see it. These references to Elara…” She shakes her head slowly. “It explains a few… incidents.”

“Incidents?” I ask, alarm rising in my voice.

She sighs deeply. “Your sister’s abilities have been manifesting in unexpected ways. Just last week, during a lesson, she became distressed—and every candle in the room flared so wildly that they nearly set the tapestries on fire.” Her gaze locks with mine. “Your father and I have been worried, but we didn’t want to burden you with this, especially with the Gala so close.”

The music swells, and I approach Princess Selene for the first dance we promised. She curtsies gracefully before rising into my arms with practiced elegance. As we glide across the floor, other couples join us, but I can’t help but notice how flawlessly she fulfills every expectation placed upon her.

“You seem distracted, Prince Alexander,” she murmurs softly, so only I can hear.

“Forgive me,” I reply. “I’m still trying to process the prophecy text you shared.”

Her pale blue eyes meet mine with quiet understanding. “It’s a heavy burden, knowing your fate is inscribed in ancient words.”

“Do you believe fate is unchangeable, Princess? That we have no control over the paths we walk?”

She considers this carefully. “I believe we can choose how we live out our destinies, but not the destinies themselves. Your birth fulfilled one part of the prophecy. How you live—that remains your choice.”

Her answer is diplomatic, thoughtful, and measured. As the dance continues, our conversation deepens—touching on politics, her homeland, and her philosophies on leadership. Her insights are sharp, and her knowledge impressive. By the time the dance ends, I find myself genuinely intrigued.

The evening unfolds with more dances, more conversations with potential matches from other territories. I perform my role with charm and attentiveness, yet my thoughts keep drifting back to Selene and the prophecy she brought with her.