The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 12

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Chapter Twelve

Lunch came too quickly, and with it, the unbearable noise of the cafeteria. I lingered by the doorway for a moment, clutching my tray and surveying the sea of faces. They weren't staring at me yet, but I could feel it coming. The moment I walked in, the whispers would start again.

Nope. Not happening.

I turned on my heel and headed in the opposite direction, ditching the cafeteria entirely. My stomach growled in protest, but I ignored it. I'd lost my appetite anyway. My plan was to find somewhere quiet, somewhere they wouldn't think to look for me.

The benches by the sports field had been my sanctuary last week, but I knew better now. They'd found me there before, and they'd find me there again. This time, I needed a spot they'd never think to check.

The library.

The library was mostly empty, save for a few students scattered at tables with their noses buried in books. It was quiet, and peaceful -a stark contrast to the chaos outside.

I walked quickly, slipping past rows of bookshelves until I reached the far wing of the library. This section was older and less frequented. The shelves here were lined with dusty tomes and records of pack history, their spines faded with age.

Perfect.

I glanced around to make sure no one was following me before ducking into a secluded corner. The sunlight streamed through a nearby window, casting a warm glow on the table where I liked to sit. The spot had always been my favorite, hidden and quiet, a place where I could think without interruption.

But as I turned the corner, my breath caught in my throat.

Elijah was there, sitting at my table.

He looked almost serene, his head bent over a book as the sunlight bathed him in

a golden glow. For a moment, I just stared, frozen in place. He didn't belong here,

in this quiet sanctuary. Yet somehow he fit perfectly, like he'd always been meant to sit there.

I took a step back, hoping to retreat before he noticed me, but I bumped into something solid.

No, not something-someone.

"Going somewhere, little mate?”

teasing, his breath warm against

twist away, but he was too strong. Before I could process what was happening,

yelled, my voice echoing through the quiet

eyes locking onto mine. "Isaiah," he

grip firm as he turned to carry me toward the

I shouted, my voice trembling with

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"No, you're not."

was quiet but firm, the words carrying a weight that

do you always run from us?" he asked, his tone softer now, almost

stepped closer, his eyes

going to make excuses for what we did. But this isn't

to me is a reminder of every miserable day I

Isaiah said, moving to stand beside

as I

presence-it was too

I

Elijah

clenching at my sides. "Then I'll

his head,

said, my voice firm despite

but you haven't done it." "Because you won't leave me alone long enough to

then," Elijah said, stepping

blinked, taken

eyes piercing mine. "If you really

wanted, so certain that rejecting them was the only way to regain control of my life. But now, with them standing so close, their presence overwhelming, I