The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 245

Alexander

My vision tunnels as I collapse to the floor of the Great Ballroom, the crystal goblet shattering beside me. Cold fire races through my veins, a painful contradiction that feels like being simultaneously frozen and burned from the inside out. Every nerve screams in protest as something fundamental inside me begins to tear apart.

Through the haze of agony, I hear my father's roar of rage, see guards surging forward, feel the collective shock rippling through the assembled dignitaries. But most clearly, I see Selene's face above me, her perfect mask finally slipping to reveal complex emotions—determination, regret, and something that might be remorse.

"Only I can save him," she announces to the horrified crowd, her voice carrying with practiced authority. "The prophecy has been set in motion. The ritual must be completed tonight, or your heir will die."

The betrayal cuts deeper than the physical pain. Despite my suspicions, despite all the warnings, some part of me had hoped she wasn't fully complicit in her delegation's plans. But the ceremonial words falling from her lips confirm everything—the Northern delegation has orchestrated this moment meticulously.

The splitting begins at my core, where the dual nature of my powers has always resided in uneasy balance. I feel my Alpha strength and healing abilities pulling away from each other, no longer complementary forces within one being but opposing energies fighting for dominance. The sensation is exactly like my nightmares—being torn in two, each half of my nature becoming distinct and separate.

Chaos erupts around me. My mother rushes forward only to be intercepted by members of the Northern delegation. My father bellows commands to his guards, but somehow Selene's people have positioned themselves perfectly to create maximum confusion. Through it all, Selene kneels beside me, her hands moving in ritualistic patterns as she continues to speak words in an ancient dialect I barely understand.

"Fight it," I gasp, trying to resist the splitting with every ounce of willpower. "Whatever they've given me—"

"It's too late," she murmurs, her eyes meeting mine with unexpected honesty. "The dream flower essence has triggered the division. Your dual nature is manifesting physically."

The pain intensifies beyond anything I thought possible to endure. My vision doubles, then triples, reality fracturing along with my essence. I reach desperately for the mate bond with Lyra, clinging to that silver thread as my only anchor in the maelstrom of agony and confusion. My last thought is of the beautiful woman I never had the chance to get to know, to claim as mine, and my heart breaks right along with my body.

And then, with a sensation like glass shattering inside my very soul, I split apart.

Alexander’s Alpha Half

I wake to chaos and restraint. Strong hands hold me down, voices shout orders, and rage—pure, primal Alpha rage—courses through me with unprecedented intensity. I struggle against my captors, a growl building in my throat unlike any sound I've made before.

"Secure him!" Baron Krell's voice cuts through the din. "The Alpha essence is stronger than anticipated!"

Alpha essence? The words penetrate my fury momentarily. I look down at my hands, expecting... what? Something different? They look solid, normal, except for a strange quality to my skin—an almost luminous intensity that pulses with my anger.

Comprehension crashes over me. The splitting ritual succeeded. I am no longer whole—I am only the Alpha half of Alexander Sterling, all dominance and strength without the tempering influence of healing ability.

"Where is the other half?" I demand, my voice deeper and rougher than normal. "What have you done with my healing essence?"

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