The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 22

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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

turned back to the boys

inside, I adjusted my backpack and started walking down the path, my head

Elijah's Jeep behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know they were

as they matched my pace. I

before the drizzle started.

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

leaning

said,

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chimed in, his voice

"Good," I shot back.

Isaiah said. "You're

I replied, my

beside me as the rain continued to fall, the sound of

Alex tried again, his voice softer this time, "please. Just get in. You're going to ruin

paused mid-step, glancing down at my bag. The papers inside were definitely in danger of

head," Elijah added, pulling the car slightly ahead of me before

Jeep, torn between my pride and my practicality. Finally,

toward the car. "But only because

door for me, stepping out to let me climb in. "Whatever you

me that," I snapped,

closing the door. Alex and Austin twisted around from the back seat, their eyes

Alex said, leaning forward. "That wasn't

glare, but he just

windshield wipers and the rain tapping against

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

eyes on me, the weight of their stares

way," Elijah said after a

asked, not

precious homework,"

rolled my eyes. "I

"but