The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 215

**TITLE: Never Love 215**

The last thing I desire is to find myself alone with Selene, especially when my thoughts are a tempest of confusion and uncertainty. However, to decline her invitation would only raise eyebrows and fuel suspicions. “Of course,” I respond, extending my arm to her with an air of resignation.

As we step out of the library, I can’t help but glance back at my mother and sister. Their worried expressions reflect the turmoil swirling within me—the realization that I stand on the edge of a significant decision. The choices I make in the coming days won’t merely shape my own destiny; they will reverberate throughout the kingdom, impacting countless lives.

Selene and I make our way in silence toward a secluded courtyard garden, a space that offers enough privacy for our conversation while still adhering to the expectations of propriety. The night has fully enveloped the world around us, and the moon, nearly full, casts a silvery glow over the flowering shrubs and the weathered stone benches, creating an atmosphere that feels both serene and charged with tension.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” she states bluntly as soon as we find ourselves alone, her tone leaving little room for misinterpretation.

“I’ve had pressing matters that required my attention,” I reply, striving to keep my voice as neutral as possible, though the tension in the air is palpable.

“Matters concerning healers, perhaps?” Her unyielding directness catches me off guard. “Don’t feign surprise, Alexander. In a palace of this size, news travels faster than the wind. Your father has received alarming reports of attacks on a healing settlement, and suddenly his heir vanishes into urgent discussions with the queen and princess.”

I scrutinize her intently, searching for any signs of guilt or complicity in her words. “You seem remarkably well-informed about my activities.”

“I make it my business to stay attuned to the political currents that flow around me,” she replies with a slight, almost dismissive shrug. “Especially when they pertain to my potential future husband.”

The possessiveness in her assertion sends a jolt of irritation through me, the bond with Lyra thrumming in protest at even the mere suggestion of another partnership. The very idea feels like a betrayal, a violation of something sacred.

“Do you possess any knowledge about these attacks, Princess?” I inquire, my voice steady as I watch for her reaction.

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