The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 251

He nods, then looks to Selene with a complicated mixture of emotions gratitude, wariness, lingering anger from the original betrayal. “Your Intervention was unexpected,” he acknowledges “But appreciated ”

“It was necessary,” she replies simply “For the true prophecy to fulfill itself as intended”

Alexander turns to Elara next, concern evident as he observes her still glowing eyes. “Little sister, what’s happening to you? Those powers…”

“I don’t fully understand them yet,” she admits. “They’re growing, changing The prophecy mentioned the sister witnessing the transformation–I think this is part of my role.”

A shudder runs through Alexander, and I feel it echoed through our fluctuating bond a spike of pain, followed by momentary disconnection before the silver thread reasserts itself between us.

“We need to leave,” I say urgently. “Vega may have escaped, but her contingency spell is clearly taking effect. We need to understand what she’s done and how to counter it.”

Kieran approaches, his healer’s instincts clearly recognizing Alexander’s distress. “The bond is destabilizing,” he observes, surprising me with his perception of something that should be private between mates. “I can sense the interference pattern in your energies.”

“Can you help?” Task, setting aside any awkwardness between us in the face of this new threat.

He hesitates. “Not directly. This magic is beyond ordinary healing. But I might be able to temporarily stabilize the connection until we find a permanent solution.”

Alexander considers him for a moment, clearly assessing his intentions, then nods permission. Kieran places one hand near Alexander’s heart and the other near mine, not touching, but hovering inches away, Gentle healing energy flows from his fingers, creating a bridge between us that seems to temporarily strengthen the fluctuating bond.

“This will help for a few hours at most,” Kieran explains. “The contingency spell is deeply embedded, targeting the very foundation of your connection.”

“The Cave of Whispers,” Elara suggests. “If anywhere holds the answer to countering Vega’s magic, it’s there,”

“Agreed,” Selene says, taking charge of the situation with natural authority despite her complicated position. “I’ll remain here to secure the stronghold and begin dismantling the corrupted power structures among my people. The rest of you should return to the Cave immediately.”

As we prepare to leave, gathering what supplies we can and helping Alexander, who insists he can walk despite his obvious weakness, I feel a strange mixture of victory and dread. We’ve succeeded in our primary mission–Alexander is whole again, his dual nature restored and strengthened through the trial of separation and reunification.

But Vega’s escape and her contingency spell cast shadows over our success. The mate bond, which should be our strongest connection, now fluctuates unpredictably, sometimes burning bright, sometimes fading to near nothingness. Each fluctuation causes Alexander visible pain, though he tries to hide it.

What if this damage is permanent? What if the contingency spell succeeds where the extraction ritual failed, severing us just as we’ve found each other? The thought sends cold fear through me as we make our way out of the ritual chamber, my grip tightening around him as if my arms alone can keep him from slipping away from me,

Alexander must sense my distress through whatever remains of our connection, because he takes my hand firmly in his, violet

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eyes meeting mine with steady determination.

“We’ll find an answer,” he promises quietly. “What magic has damaged, magic can repair. And no spell, no contingency, no force in this world can truly sever what fate has joined.” His fingers tighten around mine. “Trust in that, Lyra. Trust in us.”

I nod, drawing strength from his certainty. As our unlikely group makes its way through the mountain stronghold toward the surface, I cling to this hope–that what was strong enough to survive physical division of essence might also endure magical interference with our connection.

The moon shines full and bright as we emerge into the night air, illuminating the path ahead through mountains that suddenly seem more threatening than before. Our journey has only just begun.

Whatever comes next, at least we’re finally together, united in purpose if temporarily disrupted in bond. The true prophecy promised restoration of what was sundered, and I just have to hope that includes our bond.

I refuse to believe anything else.

Cara Anderson

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