The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 228

**TITLE: Never Love 228**

**Chapter 228**

“And you’re the one who would seize the throne through deceit,” she retorts, her tone unwavering even as danger lingers in the air, wrapping around us like a thick fog.

Her boldness catches me off guard, a flicker of surprise coursing through me. “The throne was snatched from my bloodline generations ago. We are merely striving to reclaim what was rightfully ours,” I reply, my voice steady, though the weight of our history presses down on me.

“Through a ritual that would violate the true mate bond?” she challenges, her eyes narrowing as she carefully steps back on the log, her balance precarious. “By forcing Alexander’s essence to split apart?”

The mention of a mate bond hits me with the force of a physical blow, sending shockwaves through my thoughts. “True mate? What are you even talking about?” I demand, confusion mingling with a growing sense of dread.

Her expression morphs, surprise giving way to dawning realization. “You don’t know,” she whispers, almost to herself. “He found his true mate—the silver thread connection your ritual seeks to override. That’s why you need a Silverspiral healer’s essence. To break a bond that fate itself has decreed.”

My mind spins, grappling with the implications of her words. Alexander has found his true mate? When did this happen? How could I have missed such critical information? Why didn’t my people’s intelligence reveal this? If he’s truly bonded…

I force myself to push these tumultuous questions aside, redirecting my focus to the immediate crisis at hand. “Whatever bond you claim exists doesn’t alter the prophecy. The balanced heir must unite with the ancient bloodline to restore what was sundered.”

“The prophecy you brought has been corrupted,” she insists, her voice firm, a spark of defiance igniting in her eyes. “Twisted to serve your purposes. The original words remain hidden in the Cave of Whispers.”

Her revelation strikes me like a lightning bolt. She knows of the Cave—a sacred place my people have sought for generations, believing it harbors the earliest recordings of the prophecies that guide us all. If she possesses access to this knowledge…

“You are of the Silverspiral bloodline,” I assert rather than inquire, my voice low and steady. “The mark on your shoulder blade proves it.” Her hand instinctively moves to her left shoulder, confirming my suspicion with a slight gasp. “And you would use me in a ritual that could destroy Alexander—split his essence permanently if something goes awry.”

“The ritual is precisely calculated,” I argue, though doubt seeps into my thoughts, uninvited. “The prophecy requires his dual nature to be properly balanced—”

“By his true mate,” she interrupts, her voice cutting through my reasoning like a knife. “Not by false bonds created through blood magic.” She takes another cautious step back along the log, her eyes locked onto mine. “The mate bond has already awakened between us. You can’t override fate’s decree without terrible consequences.”

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