The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Thirty

When I returned to the cabin, the sound of rain had faded to a light drizzle, and the comforting scent of wood smoke filled the air. Stepping inside, I found Mariah lounging on the worn-out couch, a thick book in her hands. She looked up as I closed the door behind me, her sharp eyes studying me.

"Have fun?" she asked, her tone light but her smirk unmistakable.

I groaned, setting my bag down by the door. "If by fun, you mean being dragged out of school by Elijah, Austin, and the twins, then

1. no. They're annoying."

"Really?" Mariah's eyebrow arched in a way that made me squirm. "Annoying, huh?"

"Yes," I said firmly, though I knew I wasn't convincing her.

She shut her book with a soft thud, setting it aside as she leaned back. Her smirk widened, and I braced myself. "You're starting to like them, aren't you?"

I shot her a glare. "No."

Mariah chuckled, clearly amused by my defensive tone. "Uh-huh. Sure, carrot- head. Keep telling yourself that."

Ignoring her, I crossed the room and slumped onto the armchair opposite her. The warmth of the fire was soothing after the chilly walk home, and for a moment, I let myself relax.

again. "Anyway, I need to

glanced at her, wary of the sudden

starting tomorrow," she

Shadow Weaver and saved the world from its malevolent influence, a sacred festival known as

need your help after school", she said and sighed I would love to help but being at the pack house meant being with Elijah and Isaiah who

help",

sounds coming from the wind rustling through the

my annoyance at being dragged out of

meaning

warmth spreading through my chest. "No," I muttered under my breath,

push the thoughts away, the memory of Isaiah's kiss and the way

sigh, I buried my face in the pillow, determined to will myself

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to be sleeping, but my mind refused to quiet down. Every time I closed my eyes, fragments of the day

surface.

The twins dragging me out of school, their mischievous gri daring me to stay mad at them. Elijah's calm but firm

was me-torn, confused,

a groan, rolling onto my side. I hated how they made me fee. One moment, I wanted nothing to do with them. I wanted to hold onto the anger that had been my armor for so long. But the

near, nudging me with

mates, she whispered in the back of

well, they were also jerks," I muttered under

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