The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

The pack house loomed ahead as Elijah pulled into the driveway, the jeep's tires crunching over gravel. My stomach twisted uneasily. I wanted to run, to escape whatever awaited me inside, but the presence of the four boys ensured I had no choice but to follow.

As we stepped through the heavy oak doors, a wave of unfamiliar energy washed over me, sending a shiver down my spine. The air felt heavier, charged with something... otherworldly.

Seated in the center of the living room was an old woman, her hair white as wool, cascading around her like a veil. Her presence was striking, yet somehow comforting. She tuthed her sharp, knowing eyes toward me, and a warm, almost reverent smile spread across her wrinkled face.

"You must be Stormi," she said softly, her voice carrying a melodic quality that seemed to echo in my chest.

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Yes."

The woman stood, moving toward me with a grace that belied her age.

"I never thought I'd see the day," she murmured, her gaze raking over me with wonder. "A silver wolf... alive. It's been so long since your kind walked this world."

I shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Mariah for reassurance.

"It's okay Stormi," Mariah said gently, stepping closer to me.

The woman nodded, her expression softening. "Of course. I didn't mean to startle you, my dear."

She paused, her gaze turning inquisitive. "May I see your wolf?"

I froze, my pulse quickening. The idea of shifting in front of strangers, of exposing that part of myself, made my skin crawl.

but Mariah placed a hand on my

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okay, Stormi,” she said soothingly. "You're

Her expression was open, genuine, and there was a spark of something in her eyes-hope,

opened my eyes again, I felt the cool wood floor beneath my paws. The woman gasped softly, her hands trembling as they came up

you're magnificent," she

a hand toward me

toward Mariah for

nodded, her

my fur Her fingers were warm and gentle as they trailed over my

true," she murmured. "You are

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Chapter Fourteen

a strange mix of pride and

I pulled back, glancing at

to shift hack,"

forward, pulling a shirt

handing

shot him a glare. "Sneaky bastard," he

smirked, unbothered.

clothes, and I padded

Elis gestured toward the