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 things to go so far.

down my fork and leaned back in my

moment, the only sound was the crackle

me.

your

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 me-the part that remembered the humiliation, the pain, and

my voice steady, "but

eyes widened

get to hurt me for years and then expect forgiveness because you suddenly feel bad," I interrupted. "I don't

that."

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at each other

raised a hand.

and Stormi's said hers," Mariah said firmly. I

left without another word, their footsteps retreating into the night. Mariah closed the door and turned

chest

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Chapter Nine

night, I shut myselfway in our cabin. I didn't go to school, didn't step outside, and didn't entertain visitors not sen 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

buried myself

stack of books I asked Mariah to get from the library in the pack house, I found texts on pack history and shifter lots. One title in particular caught my eye: The Silver Lineage. The pages detailed the history of wolves 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