The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250

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Lyra

“By blood of the ancient line,” Selene declares, “I surrender claim and redirect power to its rightful purpose.”

She slices her palm with a ceremonial dagger, letting blood fall onto the key embedded in the circle’s northern point. The action breaks the stalemate, sending a surge of power through our counter–ritual that overwhelms Vega’s resistance.

Alexander’s essences–Alpha and healing–spiral toward each other above his physical form, merging in a blaze of light that contains both reddish–gold and violet hues. The combined essence descends into his body, which arches against the restraints as it receives this restored wholeness.

The chamber shudders with released energy, sending Vega and her acolytes staggering backward. The moonlight streaming through the apertures scatters into prismatic bursts before returning to normal illumination. The opposing ritual patterns- silver lines from our restoration, dark traces from Vega’s contingency–flare one final time before fading into the stone floor.

In the sudden silence that follows, I rush to Alexander, my heart pounding with hope and fear. Has the reunification truly succeeded? Is he whole again? The restraints have shattered from the energy release, leaving him lying motionless in the

circle’s center.

“Alexander,” I whisper, kneeling beside him, hands hovering over his still form.

His eyes open slowly, familiar violet irises focusing on my face with obvious recognition. “Lyra,” he breathes, voice sounding

normal again–neither the rough Alpha growl nor the gentle healing tone, but the perfect balance of both.

Relief floods through me as I help him sit up. The mate bond between us pulses strong and clear, confirming what my eyes tell

me–Alexander is whole again, his dual nature restored and housed once more in a single form.

But something feels… different. The bond fluctuates strangely, sometimes intensifying to almost painful clarity, sometimes fading to a barely perceptible connection. And Alexander’s expression shifts from joy to confusion, then concern, as he

evidently notices the same irregularity.

“Something’s wrong with the bond,” he murmurs, pressing a hand to his chest where the connection centers.

Before I can respond, Vega’s laughter cuts through the moment–cold, triumphant despite her ritual’s failure. She stands supported by two acolytes, weakened but defiant.

“You succeeded in reuniting what was divided,” she acknowledges with vicious satisfaction. “But at what cost? The contingency spell has done its work, even if the extraction failed.”

“What have you done?” I demand, my hand finding Alexander’s, our fingers intertwining as if to physically reinforce the bond

that suddenly seems vulnerable.

“Introduced corruption into your precious mate bond,” she replies. “A gradual, irreversible severing that no counter–ritual can repair. You may have him whole again, but you won’t keep him.” Her gaze shifts to Alexander. “The pain of the bond’s dissolution will drive you mad eventually. You’ll wish we had succeeded in extracting your essence cleanly. And without your bond, the prophecy fails.”

Alexander surges to his feet, anger flashing in his eyes. “You underestimate the strength of true bonds, Magistra. Your contingency will fail just as your ritual did.”

During this exchange, I become aware of the battle’s resolution around us. Krell lies unconscious, subdued by Dominic and Kieran’s combined efforts. Most of Vega’s acolytes have surrendered, though some fled during the chaos. Elara stands nearby,

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her unusual powers gradually fading back to normal, though her violet eyes retain an otherworldly glow.

Selene approaches slowly, blood still dripping from her self–inflicted wound. “Your schemes end here, Vega,” she says quietly.” The corruption of prophecy, the manipulation of our people’s destiny–it’s over.”

“It will never be over,” Vega hisses. “The true order of dominance cannot be denied forever. What I began, others will—”

Her words cut off abruptly as she makes a swift gesture, murmuring words too low to catch. Before anyone can react, darkness envelops her completely–a spell of concealment or transportation. When it clears seconds later, she has vanished, leaving her remaining acolytes staring in confusion.

“Find her!” Dominic orders the guards who’ve shifted allegiance to Selene. “She can’t have gone far in her weakened state.”

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