The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 229

**TITLE: Never Love 229**

Selene

Hours have slipped away, and now, after a refreshing bath that has washed away the remnants of the day, I stand before the mirror, adorned in a gown meticulously crafted for the final night of the Choosing Gala. The fabric clings to my form, shimmering under the soft light, a testament to both artistry and purpose. With a deep breath, I muster the courage to enter Magistra Vega’s chambers, where the air is thick with an unsettling mix of anticipation and dread.

The room is a sanctuary of ancient rituals, a table sprawling with ceremonial implements: silver bowls that glint like stars, ancient texts whose pages whisper secrets of the past, and an array of herbs and crystals arranged with deliberate precision, each one holding its own power.

“Princess,” Vega acknowledges me, her tone devoid of any warmth, as if I am merely a tool in her grand design. “We have adjusted our approach given the night’s failure.” Her eyes, sharp and calculating, hold no hint of sympathy.

Baron Krell stands rigidly by the window, his military posture a stark reminder of the weight of his presence. Even in this private moment, he exudes an air of authority that is impossible to ignore. “The ritual will proceed as planned,” he states, his voice steady and unwavering. “With one significant modification.”

Vega gestures towards a delicate crystal vial sitting ominously on the table, its contents swirling with an iridescent blue liquid that seems to pulse with energy. “Dream flower essence,” she explains, her voice laced with a clinical detachment. “Extremely potent, especially for one with a dual nature like the prince. Combined with certain catalysts, it will trigger the separation we require.”

My heart races as I eye the vial warily, a sense of foreboding creeping in. “Without a Silverspiral healer?” I question, my voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking louder might summon the very horror we are about to unleash.

“We have other resources,” Vega dismisses my concern with a wave of her hand. “Less ideal, but sufficient. The healer would have provided stability to the process, but we can compensate with additional power.” Her words are meant to reassure, but they only deepen my unease.

“What exactly will this do to Prince Alexander?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly as I struggle to maintain composure.

Krell’s response comes swiftly, cutting through the tension. “It will force his dual nature to manifest physically—split his essence into separate entities, each embodying one aspect of his power.” His words hang in the air, heavy with implications.

“Temporarily,” Vega interjects, casting a warning glance at Krell. “Long enough for the binding ceremony to capture his Alpha essence and bind it to you, as prophecy demands.”

“And his healing essence?” I press on, already fearing the answer that lingers in the shadows of our conversation.

“Is irrelevant to our purposes,” Krell states flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “It will dissipate naturally once the Alpha power is secured.”

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