The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237

Lyra

The taste of failure burns bitter in my throat as Elara pulls me through hidden passages away from the chaos of the failed ritual. My fingers still tingle from where they passed through Alexander’s fading form his healing essence scattering like mist at dawn, his Alpha half dragged away to some “secondary location” I have no way of finding.

“We need to keep moving,” Elara urges, her voice tight with suppressed panic. “The Northern delegation will be searching the entire palace.”

I follow mechanically, the amulet cold against my chest where moments ago it burned with silver fire. The connection to Alexander–to both halves of him–flickers like a candle in strong wind, growing weaker with each passing minute.

“We failed,” I whisper as we descend a narrow staircase hidden behind a tapestry. “He’s fading, Elara. I can feel it.”

She glances back at me, her violet eyes fierce with determination that reminds me painfully of her brother. “We haven’t failed yet. We disrupted the binding ritual–that buys us time.”

“Time for what?” My voice cracks with desperation. “His healing essence is dispersing, his Alpha half is being taken somewhere unknown, and we’re running for our lives through a palace surrounded by enemies.”

We emerge into a small antechamber that leads to the palace stables. Elara checks quickly for guards before pulling me into the shadows of a storage area.

“Time to find the Cave of Whispers,” she says firmly. “Alexander’s healing half told us to find the true prophecy. It’s our only chance to save both parts of him now.”

The logic penetrates my despair. Alexander himself—at least, the healing aspect of him that found us in the hidden chamber–believed the Cave holds answers we need. Without a better option, I must cling to that hope, however tenuous.

“How do we get out of the palace?” I ask, practicality asserting itself through grief. “And where do we even begin looking for this Cave?”

“Dominic will help us,” Elara replies, peering through a crack in the door. “He’s Alexander’s Beta and oldest friend. He should be waiting by the eastern stable entrance with horses and supplies.”

True to her word, when we slip into the stable yard, a tall figure waits beside three saddled horses, his posture alert for any sign of danger. Dominic’s expression is grim as we approach, but he nods in recognition.

“The King and Queen have regained control of the main palace,” he informs us quietly, helping us mount. “But the Northern delegation barricaded themselves in the East Wing with Alexander’s Alpha half.”

“And his healing essence?” Elara asks.

Dominic shakes his head. “No one’s seen it since the ritual chamber. Did you-?”

“It’s dispersing,” I cut in, unable to soften the truth. “Scattering without its Alpha counterpart to anchor it. We have three days at most before both halves are lost forever.”

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Chapter 237

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The stark reality of our timeline hangs heavy in the pre–dawn air. Three days to find a legendary cave, discover the true prophecy, and somehow reunite Alexander’s sundered aspects before they both fade from existence.

“The Cave of Whispers,” Dominic says, mounting his own horse. “Alexander mentioned it before the Gala, You believe it holds the key to saving him?”

“It’s our only lead,” Elara confirms. “The true prophecy, uncorrupted by those who would twist it for their own purposes, might tell us how to restore what’s been broken.”

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