I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World Chapter 136: CP:136 That’s Enough, More Than Enough

The bear’s expression was unreadable. "She’s right. She’s not political. A human female from another world—that’s curiosity, not threat. It might actually help. Show the tribe that the sanctuary ans sothing bigger than territory disputes."

"Granite—"

"I’ll keep her safe." The words were simple. Absolute. "Nothing touches her while I’m breathing."

Sally looked at Alex with an expression that was half triumph, half genuine warmth. "See? Granite’s got my back."

Alex opened his mouth to argue, then closed it.

Because Granite was right. About all of it. The politics, the need for a personal approach, the value of soone who existed outside the usual power structures. And Sally... Sally wasn’t a child anymore. She’d survived the multiverse, adapted to a world that should have broken her, and was currently the only mber of their family who could stay with him without triggering anyone’s territorial instincts.

"Three days," Alex said finally. "You go, you talk, you’re back in three days. If you’re not back—"

"Then you co find us," Granite finished. "I know."

Sally threw her arms around Alex’s neck. "I’m going on a diplomatic mission! With a bear! To et bear people! This is literally the coolest thing that’s ever happened to ."

"You’ve been in this world for less than a week."

"I KNOW. It keeps getting cooler."

" Oh, by the way, can I bring Skye too. He also needs to stretch his wings once in a while."

Skye who was sitting on a stone quietly lifted his head upon being called. He looked oblivious about his destination plan that was made without his consent.

Alex hugged her back, then held on a mont longer than necessary. "Yeah you can. But be careful. Listen to Granite. Don’t wander off. Don’t—"

"Alex." Sally pulled back, grinning. "I’ve got this. I’m your sister. Being stubborn in dangerous situations is literally our family thing."

"That’s not comforting."

"Well it’s ant to be comforting."

"It’s really not."

But he let her go.

---

The camp settled into a strange kind of peace as afternoon stretched toward evening.

The wolves had mostly withdrawn to tend their wounded and assess the damage from the attack. Lucas had stayed—not as a pack lord, he’d made clear, but as... sothing else. Sothing new. The pack would manage without him for a day. Storm had given him a look that suggested this would be discussed later, but had said nothing.

The snakelings had finally exhausted themselves, curled in a pile near the fire with River still pressed against Lucas’s side and the others tangled in various configurations around them. Ripple’s tail was wrapped around Alex’s ankle, even in sleep.

Naga had coiled in his usual protective loop around the group, but his attention kept drifting to Lucas—assessing, recalibrating, adjusting to the new shape of their family.

Zale had refilled his ocean sphere from the nearby stream and floated near Alex, one hand occasionally reaching through the boundary to touch his shoulder or hair, reassurance in liquid form.

Leo perched on a high branch, watching the tree line with the vigilance of soone who’d almost lost a mate and wasn’t taking chances.

And Drakar... Drakar had simply settled at the edge of the clearing, massive form half-curled, eyes half-lidded but watchful. A dragon lord playing guard dog for a family he’d adopted for reasons even he probably couldn’t think of.

Alex sat by the fire, watching the flas, and tried to process everything.

The Shadow Lord.

The rouge beasts who’d known exactly where to hit.

The words they’d said: The Shadow Lord sends his regards.

He had no idea who the Shadow Lord was. Neither did System, whose databases were extensive but not infinite. But soone out there knew about him. Knew enough to send trained killers to extract him.

And Lucas had taken a blow ant for Alex’s heart.

"Stop thinking so loud."

Alex looked up. Lucas had moved without sound—wolf lord skills—and settled beside him, close enough that their shoulders brushed.

"Can’t help it," Alex said.

"The Shadow Lord." Lucas’s voice was low. "I’ve heard the na. Whispers. Rumors. Soone building power in the territories beyond the mountains. Not a Lord in the traditional sense—no territory, no pack, no tribe. Just... influence. He gathers rogue beastn who answer to no one."

"That’s terrifying."

"Yes." Lucas’s pale eyes t his. "Which is why we’ll deal with it together. All of us. You’re not alone in this anymore."

Alex looked at him—at the wolf who’d waited four years, who’d almost died for him and been brought back, who was now part of sothing he couldn’t possibly have anticipated.

"I’m sorry," Alex said quietly. "For before. For not—for not being ready. For making you wait."

Lucas shook his head slowly. "You don’t apologize for that. You weren’t ready. That was true. I felt it." He paused. "You’re ready now?"

"I don’t know." Alex’s voice was honest. "I’m still figuring it out. The mates, the family, the sanctuary, all of it. But I know I don’t want to figure it out without you."

Sothing shifted in Lucas’s expression—warmth, relief, the slow settling of sothing that had been restless for four years.

"That’s enough," he said. "That’s more than enough."

They sat together in the firelight, watching the flas, and for the first ti since the attack, Alex felt sothing like peace.

Tomorrow, Granite and Sally would leave for bear territory.

Tomorrow, they’d start planning the approach to the Wolf Lord—Lucas’s pack—and the Lion Lord beyond.

But tonight?

Tonight, Alex had his family around him. His children sleeping safely. His mates watchful and close. His sister about to embark on an adventure she’d dread of her whole life.

Tonight was enough.

---

Far to the north, beyond the mountains Lucas had ntioned, a figure stood in a chamber carved from black stone.

"You failed."

The three rogue beastn kneeling before him didn’t dare look up.

"The Bearer escaped," the leader said, voice shaking. "The Wolf Lord—he intervened. Took the blow ant for—"

"I know what happened." The figure’s voice was cold. Calm. "I have other sources. The Wolf Lord is still alive. The Bearer is still free. And you co back with nothing but excuses."

"Please—"

The figure moved. Fast. Final.

Three bodies hit the floor.

The Shadow Lord looked down at them without expression, then turned to the shadows where another figure waited.

"The bond," he said. "It’s stronger now. The Bearer has added a Wolf Lord to his collection."

"Yes," the shadow figure agreed. "It complicates things."

"Complicates, but doesn’t prevent." The Shadow Lord smiled—thin, cold, patient. "Let him build his sanctuary. Let him gather his allies. It will make the harvest sweeter when the ti cos."

"And the ti?"

"Soon." The Shadow Lord turned back to the horizon, looking out at territories he didn’t yet control. "Very soon."