The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 9

Four

Chapter Nine

The smell of roasted chicken filled the cabin as Mariah hummed softly, setting the table for dinner. It was one of the few moments of peace we shared since my world had turned upside down. She had tried to talk to me about everything-about my shifting, my lineage, and even my so-called "mates"-but I wasn't ready. How could I possibly make sense of it all when my entire existence felt like a question mark?

I poked at my plate absently, my thoughts a swirling mess. Suddenly a knock at the door shattered the quiet.

Mariah wiped her hands on a dish towel and moved to answer it, throwing me a questioning glance. I shrugged, uninterested in whoever it might be. Probably someone from the pack with more questions I didn't want to answer.

When Mariah opened the door, my stomach twisted. Standing on the porch were Kathleen and Olivia, flanked by their parents. The sight of them made my blood boil. They were the reason I'd been left battered and bruised on the side of the road. They were the reason my life felt even more suffocating than usual.

"What do you want?" Mariah asked, her tone polite but sharp.

"We've come to apologize," Kathleen's mother said, nudging her daughter forward. Olivia shuffled awkwardly next to her, both girls looking

uncharacteristically meek.

Mariah stepped aside, allowing them in. "Stormi, they're here to talk to you."

Istared at them, my fork frozen mid-air. Apologize? Now?

Kathleen cleared her throat, her voice trembling slightly. "We wanted to say we're sorry... for what we did. It was wrong, and we were awful to you. We're really, really sorry."

"We didn't mean for

and leaned back in

a moment, the only

silence, her gaze flicking to me. "What

your

my mind racing. Part of me wanted to forgive them, to move past this and stop carrying the weight of my anger. But the other part of

your apology," I said, my voice steady, "but I don't forgive

widened in

to hurt me for years and then expect forgiveness because you suddenly

that."

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at each other uncomfortably. Kathleen's mother opened her mouth to speak,

raised a hand.

said hers," Mariah said firmly. I think it's

the door

wasn't," I admitted, my chest tight. "But I

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Chapter Nine

my supposed mates, who left flowers on the porch daily. I ignored their offerings, refusing to even glance at the neat little batches of blooms they arranged just for me, At night, I could hear them outside my window, their soft wolf forms rustling in the legues,

buried myself

like me- silver wolves. According to the book, silver wolves had been the pride of the shifter world, known for their strength and wisdom and also their direct connection to the moon goddess it said they were a special bloodling But one hundred years ago, they were