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."

I said firmly, glaring at

amused. "Suit yourself." She turned back to

adjusted my backpack and started walking

familiar rumble of Elijah's Jeep behind me. I didn't need to

as they matched my pace. I kept my eyes

before the drizzle started.

here and there. But as the minutes ticked by, the

seat, leaning out the

I said, not breaking

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soaked," Alex chimed in, his

"Good," I shot back.

Isaiah said.

don't care," I replied, my

along beside me as the rain continued to fall, the sound of the engine blending with

softer this time, "please. Just get in. You're going to ruin

at my bag. The papers inside were

head," Elijah added, pulling the car slightly ahead of me before stopping. "We're not asking for

the Jeep, torn between

trudging toward the car. "But only because I don't want my homework

stepping out to let me climb

call me that," I snapped,

Alex and

Alex said, leaning forward. "That wasn't

he just grinned. The ride to school was silent,

occasional sounds of the windshield wipers

refusing to look at any of

the weight of their stares making my skin

the way," Elijah said after a few minutes, breaking the

asked, not bothering to look

precious homework," he said,

eyes. "I

said, "but you