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?”

voice was low and teasing, his breath warm against my ear as

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

my voice

the sound, his golden eyes locking onto mine. "Isaiah," he said, his tone sharp but calm.

he turned

rejecting all of you!" I shouted,

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if was

"No, you're not."

voice was quiet but firm, the words carrying a weight that made

to block the way. "Mate?" I spat, twisting in Isaiah's grip. "You've got to be kidding me. Let me go!" Isaiah sighed but finally set me down, though he kept a firm hold on my wrist. "Why do you always run from us?" he asked, his tone softer now, almost pleading. "Because I

closer, his

"I'm not going to make excuses for what we did. But this isn't

are to me is a reminder of every miserable day I spent being humiliated," I

moving to stand beside Elijah.

heaving as I tried

was

away from me," I said, my voice

can't," Elijah said

clenching at my sides.

tilted his head,

despite the chaos swirling inside

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

it now, then," Elijah

taken aback.

he said, his golden eyes piercing mine. "If

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