The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 21

The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Twenty One

I woke up to the soft rustle of leaves brushing against the window and sunlight pouring through the curtains. For a brief moment, { let myself enjoy the peaceful stillness, but it didn't last long. Something outside my window caught my attention a splash of code that hadn't been there before.

When I stepped out onto the porch, I froze. A brand-new bike, sleek and shiny, sat waiting for me. Its bright paint gleamed in the sunlight, and ribbons adorned the handlebars, swaying slightly in the breeze.

I didn't need to guess who had left it.

My jaw clenched as irritation bubbled inside me. Did they really think this would fix anything? That they could buy their way out of the years of torment? The nerve of them.

Without another thought, I marched back inside to grab my shoes and jacket. If they thought I'd accept this, they were dead wrong.

The ride to the pack house was short, but every turn of the pedals, fueled my frustration. By the time I arrived, I was practically vibrating with anger.

I parked the bike by the front steps and stomped up to the door. A few pack members milling around stopped to watch me, clearly sensing my mood.

"Elijah!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the grand halls as I stepped inside.

It didn't take long for him to appear. Elijah sauntered down the staircase, shirtless as always, with that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. He looked like he didn't have a care in the world.

"What's wrong, carrot head?" he asked, leaning casually against the banister.

I shoved the bike toward him. "Take it back. I don't want it."

His smirk faltered for a second, replaced by a flicker of confusion. "You don't like it?"

I don't like it," I snapped. "And I don't want anything

a bribe," he said, stepping closer. "It's just

rising. "And definitely don't need you playing the

sudden."

before I could take more than a few steps,

arm.

"Wait-"

away, slapping his hand in the process. "Don't

didn't back down. Instead, he reached out again, his grip firm but not painful. His intense amber eyes locked onto mine, and before I could react, he leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't soft or

the anger

my strength, breathing hard as I stared at

yelled, jabbing my finger into his

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Chapter Twenty One

chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair. "You're so stubborn, carrot

that!" I

widened. "What?

like anything about

said, his tone

mouth to retort, but no words came out. My mind was ill

and the smug look on

my heel and storming

cabin was a blur. My thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions- anger, confusion, and

want to name.