The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 242

"And you're the one who would steal the throne through deception," she counters, her voice steady despite her precarious position.

Her directness catches me off guard. "The throne was stolen from my bloodline generations ago. We merely seek to restore what was rightfully ours."

"Through a ritual that would violate the true mate bond?" She takes a careful step backward on the log. "Through forcing Alexander's essence to split apart?"

The mention of a mate bond strikes me like a physical blow. "True mate? What are you talking about?"

Her expression shifts, surprise followed by realization. "You don't know," she murmurs. "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 decreed."

My mind reels with implications. Alexander has found his true mate? When? How? And why didn't my people's intelligence reveal this critical information? If he's truly bonded...

I push these questions aside, refocusing on the immediate situation. "Whatever bond you claim exists doesn't change the prophecy. The balanced heir must be united with the ancient bloodline to restore what was sundered."

"The prophecy you brought has been corrupted," she insists. "Twisted to serve your purposes. The original words remain hidden in the Cave of Whispers."

Another shock. She knows of the Cave—a place my people have sought for generations, believing it contains the earliest recordings of the prophecies that guide us all. If she has access to this knowledge...

"You are of the Silverspiral bloodline," I state rather than ask. "The mark on your shoulder blade proves it."

Her hand moves instinctively to her left shoulder, confirming my suspicion. "And you would use me in a ritual that could destroy Alexander—split his essence permanently if something goes wrong."

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