The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 19

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The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Nineteen

The cafeteria was a symphony of chatter and clinking trays as I walked in. The familiar din reminded me of how much I hated this part of the day. Mariah had insisted I take money for lunch, probably in a bid to make sure I ate something, but I wasn't hungry. My stomach was in knots, as it always was when I had to navigate a room full of people who suddenly couldn't stop staring at me.

As I got in line and grabbed a tray, I could feel their eyes on me. Not just the usual curious glances from the other students-their eyes. Elijah, Isaiah, Alex, and Austin, sitting at their usual table, watching my every move.

I ignored them as best as I could, focusing on the food options. It didn't matter that I could practically feel their stares boring into my back. I grabbed a sandwich and a bottle of water and paid for my meal, keeping my head down.

As I turned toward the seating area, I saw Isaiah stand up from their table. He walked toward me with that confident stride of his, his sharp features softened by an uncharacteristically polite smile.

"Stormi," he said, gesturing toward the chair he had just pulled out at their table, "sit with us."

I blinked at him, startled by the sudden change in tone. Isaiah had never been one for niceties, at least not with me. My first instinct was to tell him to shove his chair, but the hopeful look in his golden eyes gave me pause.

“Come on, it's just lunch," he added, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Before I could respond, Alex and Austin chimed in from the table.

"I should sit next to her," Alex said, his grin full of mischief. "She likes me best."

"You wish," Austin shot back, shoving him playfully. "Everyone knows I'm the favorite."

I rolled my eyes, the tension in my chest loosening just a fraction. They were ridiculous. Infuriating, but ridiculous nonetheless.

"Thanks, but no thanks," I said, stepping around Isaiah with my tray. "I'm fine on my own."

I didn't look back as I made my way to a far-off corner of the room. The table I chose was small and tucked away, as far from their usual spot as possible. I could still feel their eyes on me as I sat down and started unwrapping my sandwich.

I had just taken my first bite when a shadow fell over the table. I glanced up, half- expecting Isaiah to be standing there again, but it was Elijah this time.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice flat.

He didn't answer right away, instead setting his tray down across from mine and pulling out the chair. He sat down with a casual ease as if this were something we did every day.

said, raising an

snorted, unable to help myself.

tone light but his eyes serious. "It's just

my head, focusing on my sandwich. "You have a

crossing his arms over his chest. "I'd

to argue, but before

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Chapter Nineteen

bickering as usual, shoving each other as they pproached the

over, Elijah," Alex said, nudging his

Elijah replied without

Alex said, plopping down

behind, pulling up a

like vultures," I muttered, glaring at each of them in

unfazed. "And you're like a very

I said, rolling

laughed, smacking Alex on the head. "Way

them started bickering again, their voices growing

over something I couldn't

moment to appear, a tray in hand

on his

idiots," he said, setting his tray down and

sliding into

he only smirked, clearly

said, pushing my

that only I could hear. "Ridiculous or

chair. This was going to be a long lunch.

their presence. My wolf was practically purring, her excitement

was comforting in a way I

even listening, Stormi?" Elijah's voice broke through

blinked, realizing he had

elbows. "I said, you should let us drive you to

I

than riding that rusty old bike