The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203

“Your Highness,” Dominic greeted with a respectful bow, though his eyes flickered with a sharp, appraising look as they shifted between Alexander and me. “Pardon the interruption, but the delegation meeting requires your presence.”

Alexander nodded without hesitation. Then, turning toward me, he added smoothly, “We shall continue this conversation at the Gala tonight, Princess Selene.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” I replied, curtsying gracefully as he strode away.

Once alone, a small, satisfied smile tugged at my lips. The initial seeds had been sown. Alexander’s curiosity about our connection was undeniable, and I could sense his intrigue about what it might mean for the prophecy. Tonight, I planned to press that advantage even further.

Later, in the quiet sanctuary of my chambers, I prepared for the second evening of the Choosing Gala. The gown I chose was bolder than the last—silver with delicate hints of blue woven through, designed to shimmer and catch the light with every subtle movement. As my attendant carefully styled my hair, I rehearsed my strategy silently, turning over every detail in my mind.

A sharp knock broke my concentration. Magistra Vega entered, followed closely by Baron Krell, the military advisor assigned to our delegation.

“There’s been a development,” Krell announced without wasting time. “Our scouts encountered a spy near the eastern border—a woman from one of the healing enclaves. She overheard conversations she shouldn’t have.”

A cold knot tightened in my stomach. “Was she captured?”

“She managed to escape,” Krell admitted grimly. “But we’ve tracked her to a hidden settlement. We believe it’s the largest remaining enclave of pure-blood healers in the region.”

Vega’s eyes gleamed with calculation. “This could be advantageous. For the ritual to succeed fully, we need a healer of pure bloodline.”

I frowned, the weight of the risk settling heavily on my shoulders. “The danger is significant. If the royal family learns we’re targeting healers—”

“We’re not hunting them,” Vega interrupted sharply. “We’re securing a crucial participant for a ceremony that will ultimately benefit all Lycans.”

I shook my head, dispelling these dangerous thoughts. Doubt was a luxury I could ill afford. My path had been set long before I was born. I had one mission—to reclaim the throne stolen from us so many generations ago.

Turning back to the mirror, I studied my reflection carefully—perfect poise, deliberately crafted beauty, and a practiced smile that never quite reached my eyes. This was the woman Alexander would believe he was choosing.

But as I prepared to leave for the Gala, an unexpected thought surfaced: I had been ready for many things—his power, his position, even his reluctance. But no one had prepared me for his kindness. How much simpler this all would be if he truly were the monster I had been raised to fear.

For the first time in my life, I found myself questioning everything I’d been told. The mission that once felt righteous now seemed more and more like a betrayal.

Cara Anderson

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