The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 269

**TITLE: Never Love 269**
**Chapter 269**

**Alexander**

The day unfolds with an almost relentless barrage of power surges, each one more potent than the last, leaving me on edge. During the afternoon security briefing, my Alpha energy flares to life, an uncontrollable force that reverberates through the room, causing the ornate weapons adorning the walls to tremble in their mounts. The air is thick with tension, a palpable reminder of the responsibilities that weigh heavily on my shoulders. Later, as I pore over the border reports, I notice a strange phenomenon: a soft, radiant glow emanates from my hands, illuminating the parchment maps beneath my fingertips, casting them in an ethereal light.

By the time evening descends, the effort required to manage these manifestations is exhausting, sapping the energy I need for my royal duties. Yet, the responsibilities of my position cannot be delayed, no matter how much discomfort I feel. The council gathers once more to deliberate over the unsettling increase in activity along the eastern border. Reports have surfaced of unfamiliar figures, their descriptions aligning with those from Northern territories, traversing areas where healing communities have historically sought refuge.

“Most likely Vega’s agents,” Dominic states, his finger tracing the locations marked on the tactical map. “Their movement patterns indicate a search rather than random patrols.”

“Searching for what?” Lord Harrison interjects, his brow furrowing with concern.

“Not what—who,” I interject, my tone grave. “They’re after healers. Specifically, those connected to Lyra’s community.”

The weight of my words hangs heavily in the chamber, the implications sending a shiver of dread through me. If Vega’s agents are indeed operating in the vicinity where Lyra has ventured, her safety could be in grave jeopardy. The bond we share thrums with a sudden urgency, igniting another surge of power that cracks the council table beneath my hands, splintering the wood like fragile glass.

Lord Reynard narrows his eyes at my display of power, clearly unimpressed. “Perhaps Your Highness should focus on mastering these… manifestations before you concern yourself with distant healing communities,” he retorts, his voice dripping with disdain.

His dismissive tone betrays an underlying contempt for the healing bloodlines, a sentiment barely masked by his political facade. Several other councilors murmur in agreement, while a few shift uncomfortably, clearly unsettled by such an overt challenge to royal authority.

“My control would be of less concern to you, Lord Reynard, if you had ever experienced the agony of being magically torn apart,” I reply, my voice icy. “And as for these so-called ‘distant healing communities,’ they represent citizens under royal protection, irrespective of your personal biases.”

The confrontation silences any further objections, but the damage has been done. Lines have been drawn, starkly delineating those who support integration and those who oppose it. The faction against healers has revealed itself more openly than I had anticipated, clearly believing that my current vulnerability presents an opportunity to test the limits of their influence.

Once the council is dismissed, I retreat to the royal library, seeking solace among the archives that may contain vital information regarding Vega’s familial connections. The quietude of the library offers a welcome reprieve from the machinations of court politics, though it does little to quell the power surges that continue to disrupt my focus.

“Alex,” Dominic’s use of my nickname cuts through my frustration as I sift through yet another genealogical record that proves unhelpful. “I believe I’ve stumbled upon something significant.”

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