The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 256

**TITLE: Never Love**

The air between Alexander and Kieran is thick with tension, almost palpable, as my Alpha’s commanding presence clashes with the healer’s unwavering resolve. It’s as if the very atmosphere crackles with energy, a silent battle of wills unfolding before me.

“I’m suggesting,” Kieran states with deliberate caution, his voice steady, “that I can serve as an anchor point—stabilizing the magical energies without directly interfering in the bond you share.”

Alexander’s gaze sharpens, a warning lacing his tone. “And how exactly would that work?”

Kieran steps closer to the pool’s edge, his hands raised in a gesture of peace, an unspoken promise that he means no harm. “I will remain outside the pool, channeling healing energy through Lyra. This will help create a stable framework around your bond. I won’t touch the bond itself—I’ll merely provide a structure for you to build upon.”

I can sense Alexander’s reluctance, a flicker of doubt coursing through our connection. Yet, beneath that uncertainty lies an understanding of the necessity of Kieran’s intervention. Another painful surge in our bond forces a decision, one that hangs heavy in the air.

“Do it,” he commands Kieran tersely, his voice like steel, before turning to meet my gaze. The intensity in his eyes is enough to steal the breath from my lungs. “But understand this—what exists between Lyra and me belongs to us alone.”

His possessive declaration sends a shiver racing through me, a thrill that has little to do with the ritual and everything to do with the man holding me so fiercely. Kieran nods, acknowledging the weight of Alexander’s words, and kneels at the edge of the pool, extending his hands over the water without allowing them to touch.

“Focus on your connection,” he instructs us, his voice calm and steady. “I will stabilize the energies surrounding you.”

With that, Alexander turns his attention back to me, his eyes dark and filled with emotions that swirl like a tempest, too complex to articulate. “Where were we?” he murmurs, the question intimate, drawing me closer despite the presence of our audience.

The ritual resumes as his lips find mine once more, the kiss a blend of tenderness and urgency that sends sparks dancing through my veins. The amulet nestled between our clasped hands pulses in time with the rhythm our bodies instinctively find together. Kieran’s healing energy envelops us, creating the promised framework—not touching our bond directly, yet fortifying the magical environment that surrounds it.

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