The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 18

The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Eighteen

The morning came far too quickly. I wasn't ready to face another day of school, but Mariah insisted I couldn't keep avoiding it. As ! wheeled my bike out onto the dirt road, I saw the familiar black Jeep parked nearby. Of course, they were waiting for me.

Elijah leaned casually against the driver's side door, his arms crossed over his chest. Isaiah was perched on the hood, looking like he had all the time in the world, while the twins were sitting inside, their heads snapping up as soon as they

saw me.

"Good morning, little mate," Elijah called, his tone irritatingly cheerful.

I ignored him, climbing onto my bike and pedáling away without so much as a glance in their direction.

"Stormi!" Elijah's voice followed me. "Come on, let us give you a ride!"

"No, thank you!" I yelled back, pedaling faster,

I heard the Jeep's engine roar to life behind me, and soon they were trailing me like a pack of wolves stalking prey. They didn't try to force me into the car this time, but their presence was enough to set my teeth on edge. 2

"Stop following me!" I snapped, not bothering to look over my shoulder.

"Not happening," Isaiah called back, his voice full of amusement.

parked my bike and stormed into the building, refusing to give

class I liked on most days, but now dreaded because I shared it with Alex

Austin.

slipped into my usual seat near the back, hoping to

with mischief. He nudged

I muttered under my breath,

of me. Alex dropped into the seat

like we're study buddies," Alex said, his tone

could have frozen

his chair as if he

ignore them. But their presence was impossible to block out. The faint scent of pine and spice that clung to them was intoxicating, and my wolf

Halfway through the lecture, Alex leaned closer, his voice low and teasing. "You're not the only

to look at him. "Feeling

said, his tone serious now. "Everything you're feeling we feel it too-only ten

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but I quickly masked it with roll of

the sound warm and infuriating. "Fair enough. But

think."

as good at hiding it