The Omega Mated To The Four

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I wanted nothing more than to leave and retreat to the safety of on cabin, but Mariah's gentle touch on my arm stopped me.

"Stormi," she said softly, her voice coaxing. "They want to talk to you. Just for a moment. Listen to them, will you?"

I frowned, my chest tightening. I didn't want to listen to them. I didn't want to be anywhere near them. But Mariah's eyes were filled with quiet insistence, and I knew she wouldn't let it go.

"Fine," I muttered, crossing my arms. "But make it quick," I said after Mariah said she'd go ahead so she could start prepping dinner.

The four of them exchanged glances, relief washing over their faces. Elijah stepped forward first, his dark eyes unusually vulnerable.

"Stormi," he began, his voice low and careful, "we just wanted to apologize-for everything."

Isaiah nodded, his usual cocky demeanor replaced with something almost genuine. “We know we've treated you horribly. We were wrong, and we're sorry."

"We didn't understand what you meant to us back then," Austin added, his voice softer than I'd ever heard it. "But now we do, and we'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you."

Alex, who was usually the quietest, took a deep breath before speaking. "We're not asking for you to forgive us right now. Just... give us a chance. Let us prove that we're not those guys anymore."

Their words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. I wanted to believe them, to take comfort in their remorse, but a part of me still ached from years of their torment.

"I don't know if I can forgive you," I said honestly, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside me. "Even if I wanted to, it's going to take time."

"That's all we're asking for," Elijah said, his tone earnest. "Time, and a chance to prove ourselves to you."

I hesitated for a long moment before giving them a small nod. "Fine. But don't expect me to make this easy for you."

A flicker of relief crossed their faces, but I quickly turned away, signaling that the conversation was over.

"We'll walk you back to the cabin," Alex offered.

"No," I said firmly, shaking my head. "I can walk myself."

They didn't argue, though I could feel their eyes on me as I walked away. The quiet night wrapped around me, the cool breeze a welcome reprieve from the tension that had filled the house.

As I walked through the woods, my mind churned with everything that had happened. Eira's revelations, my mates' apologies, and the overwhelming responsibility that seemed to rest on my shoulders. I wasn't sure how to feel about any of it.

Then, a soft whisper filled the air, carrying with it the familiar cadence of the riddle from my dream:

Whispers from the ancient Willow's boughs,

In a cavern's shadow where history allows.

By the moonlit lake, reflections guide,

Symbols hidden in ripples, where secrets abide.

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of the night, statues

in the pack's sacred

ancient forest, the howls

path to follow,

align,

these riddles, a cosmic

Moonlit Nexus,

echoed in my mind. They were coming from somewhere nearby. Slowly, I turned my

I whispered, taking

my heartbeat. Before I knew it, my feet were moving, following the strange, luminous guide deeper into the

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white elk or maybe the

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orb. he is a messenger from

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of the moonlight. The orb led me to a clearing where a massive white elk stood, its antlers looked like branches adorned with delicate green leaves. My

caught in a trap.

forward. The trap was made of jagged metal, biting into the its hindley. Carefully, I worked to loosen the mechanism, my hands trembling as 1 freed the wounded

rising to its full, towering height. It looked down at me with what felt like gratitude, its massive antlers inting faintly in

a gesture so unexpected it left me speechless. Then, with a final rustle of its leaves, it turned and disappeared into the forest, its form fading into the

struggling to make sense of what I'd just

on my shoulder startled me, and

stood behind me, his face a mix of

you been?" he demanded,

of my mates standing nearby, their expressions

are you talking about?" I asked, confused. "I've only been gone for a little

closer. "Stormi, we've been

you were ahead of us, the

and

high in the sky.

to me.

admitted, shaking my head.

sharp gaze scanning the clearing. "Distracted by

the strange encounter with

wanted to press me further,

toward the cabin, they stayed

reached the