The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 257

**TITLE: Never Love 257**

Dominic and Elara instinctively step back, creating a buffer of space that feels both necessary and charged. Kieran’s gaze, however, remains fixed on us, the concern etched on his face barely concealed beneath a mask of calm. As Alexander and I wade into the shallow water, I can feel the weight of Kieran’s scrutiny, his presence a palpable force that heightens my awareness. The water, still and clear, seems to cradle our movements, as if it exists in a realm untouched by the chaos of the world around us.

“What comes next?” Alexander inquires, his voice a low murmur that feels intimate despite the small crowd observing us. It’s a question laced with curiosity and a hint of trepidation.

I can feel the warmth of the amulet nestled in my palm, a gentle pulse guiding me forward. “We must align our energies,” I explain, positioning the amulet between us, our hands enveloping it in a delicate embrace. “Your Alpha essence and healing nature need to synchronize seamlessly with my own abilities to heal.”

“And how do we achieve that?” His tone carries a subtle challenge, a reminder that despite the kiss we shared and the bond that is beginning to blossom, we are still largely unacquainted, two souls navigating the intricate web of fate that has entwined us.

The answer drifts to me in whispers, igniting a warmth that spreads across my cheeks. “Through both physical and energetic connection,” I respond, my voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile moment. “The more points of contact we establish, the stronger our synchronization will become.”

A flicker of understanding ignites in his eyes, quickly followed by a deeper, more intense emotion. Without a moment’s hesitation, he pulls me against him, one arm encircling my waist while our hands remain joined around the amulet. The sudden proximity sends a jolt through me, a sensation that transcends mere magic, rooted instead in the solid warmth radiating from his body.

“Is this how it’s done?” he murmurs, his breath brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I can feel something long and firm pressing against my stomach, and I struggle to suppress the urge to squirm away.

I nod, unable to articulate my thoughts as our bodies align. The thread of our bond vibrates wildly at the contact, both strengthening and unraveling at an alarming rate.

“It’s both working and failing simultaneously,” Elara observes, her voice sounding distant, though she stands just beyond the pool’s edge. “The energies are aligning, but the unraveling is accelerating too quickly.”

“More connection,” I manage to say, clarity washing over me from the whispers. “We need to touch more.”

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