The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 22

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The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Twenty Two

The weekend had passed, but the memory of Elijah's kiss still lingerell in the back of my mind like an annoying itch I couldn't scratch. No matter how many times I told myself to let it go, it kept coming back, playing on a loop whenever I had a quiet moment.

As I stepped outside the cabin Monday morning, I froze in my tracks. There they

were.

Isaiah was perched on the hood of Elijah's Jeep, casually leaning back like he owned the world. Elijah leaned against the driver's door, arms crossed, his gaze locked on me. Meanwhile, Alex and Austin were lounging on the porch steps like they had every right to be there.

"What part of leave me alone don't you guys understand?" I snapped narrowing my eyes at them.

"Good morning to you too," Alex said with a smirk, not even pretending to be offended.

"We're just here to give you a ride to school," Elijah added, pushing off the car and taking a step toward me. "No big deal."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't need a ride."

"You're going to walk all the way there?" Isaiah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," I said, lifting my chin defiantly.

"Stormi," Elijah began, his voice soft but firm, "you don't have to make everything so hard-"

"I don't want your help," I interrupted, cutting him off.

Before he could say anything else, Mariah poked her head out of the cabin.

"What's going on?" she asked, looking between me and the boys.

"They're trying to force me into their stupid car," I said, gesturing toward the Jeep.

Mariah blinked, then burst out laughing. "Stormi, just let them give you a ride. It's not like it'll kill you."

said firmly,

to the boys

adjusted my backpack and started walking down the path, my head held

mile when I heard the familiar rumble of Elijah's Jeep behind me.

the engine slowed as they matched my pace. I kept my eyes

before the drizzle started.

minutes ticked by, the rain began

seat, leaning out the window, "just get

said, not breaking

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chimed in, his

"Good," I shot back.

said. "You're not even

don't care," I replied, my

as the rain continued to fall, the sound of the engine

his voice softer this time, "please. Just get in.

bag. The papers inside were definitely in

pulling the car slightly ahead of me before

Jeep, torn

car. "But only because I

me, stepping out to let me climb

I snapped,

car and closing the door. Alex and Austin

Alex said, leaning forward. "That wasn't

withering glare, but he just grinned. The ride to school was

the windshield wipers and the rain tapping against the

the window, refusing to look at any of them. But

their eyes on me, the weight

said after

not

your precious homework," he said, his

"I didn't ask for your

said, "but