The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210

Lyra

Without conscious thought, my healing gift springs to life, a warm current flowing from my fingertips into Alexander’s arm. Almost instantly, I detect something amiss—his two conflicting natures tugging at each other with increasing intensity, causing fractures where harmony should prevail.

“Your power is unstable,” I say, concern edging my voice as the medical instinct takes precedence over the tangled feelings between us. “The Alpha strength and your healing ability—they’re clashing instead of working in balance.”

He meets my gaze, surprise flickering across his features. “You can sense that?”

“I’m a healer,” I remind him gently. “Reading energy and diagnosing problems—that’s what I do.” I pause, uncertainty creeping in. “But this… this is unlike anything I’ve encountered. Your energies are at war inside you.”

“The struggle has worsened as my twenty-fifth birthday nears,” he confesses quietly. “Headaches, bursts of power I can’t control—both sides fighting for dominance.”

His Beta, Dom, watches us with growing unease. “We should head back to the palace,” he suggests cautiously. “If you’re feeling unwell—”

“I’m fine for now,” Alexander insists, though he doesn’t pull away from my touch. In fact, as my hand rests on his arm, I sense his power slowly settling, as if my presence is easing the turmoil within him.

He notices it too, his violet eyes widening slightly. “You’re balancing me,” he murmurs. “How is that possible?”

“I don’t know,” I admit, glancing away, hesitant to voice the truth we both feel stirring between us.

“The mate bond,” he whispers, finishing the thought I left hanging.

Dom inhales sharply. “Alex—”

“I feel it, Dom,” Alexander says firmly, his gaze locked on mine. “The silver thread my parents spoke of. Instant recognition, undeniable connection.” His expression darkens. “But the prophecy…”

The weight of his destiny casts a shadow between us, even as we stand so close. I pull my hand away, instantly missing the warmth and the strange calm it brought.

“The prophecy names a specific match,” he explains, his voice heavy with conflict. “A union meant to fulfill my role as the balanced heir. Princess Selene’s bloodline is said to complement mine perfectly.”

“And yet fate has paired you with someone else,” Dom observes quietly.

The reality settles over us like a cold mist. Alexander is the kingdom’s heir, bound by ancient prophecy and duty to choose a particular mate. I am a hidden healer, part of a community that lives in fear of being discovered and persecuted.

“Why were you investigating those strangers?” Alexander asks, shifting the topic. “Did someone send you?”

“Elder Thalia, our leader, sensed changes coming,” I explain, swallowing the ache of impending loss. “She sent me to gather information because I can control my power better than most. I don’t manifest visibly when emotional.”

“That’s common among strong healers,” he notes. “My mother told me that.”

I nod, recalling the events. “I was tracking those strangers when I overheard them talking with a member of a visiting delegation—planning, mentioning healers and some ritual.”

“Then we found out their scout had gotten too close to our settlement,” I continue. “Everyone scattered that night. I was assigned to keep watch while the community relocated.”

“And the flowers you’re gathering?” Alexander asks, gesturing to the delicate blue blossoms scattered around us.

“Dream flowers,” I reply, carefully collecting them into my basket. “They’re rare healing plants that grow only under specific conditions. They’re strong sedatives and can induce prophetic dreams in some.” I glance at him. “Our supplies were left behind during the evacuation. I need to replace them.”

Alexander kneels to help me gather the fragile blooms. Our fingers brush now and then, sending sparks of awareness through me—the mate bond growing stronger with every touch.

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