The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 36

Chapter Thirty Six

I woke with a gasp, my heart pounding in my chest. For a moment, couldn't tell where I was, the memory of the dream clinging to me like a heavy fog.

My hands gripped the blanket tightly, and I stared up at the ceiling my breath coming in shallow bursts. It had felt so real-the fear, the pain, the desperation.

I sat up slowly, pressing a hand to my chest as 1 tried to steady myself. The memory of the boy's face lingered, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of courage and heartbreak.

"What was that?" I whispered to myself, my voice shaking.

It wasn't just a dream. I knew that with a certainty that made my stomach churn. It was something more-something tied to the riddles, to the Moon Goddess, to the lineage I was only beginning to understand.

Who was that boy? Was he part of my family? And if so, what had happened to him? To the grandfather who had sacrificed himself?

The faint smell of cedarwood and musk filled my senses. A scent I knew allk too well, Elijah. The bed beneath me was softer than anything I had ever felt before, and for a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. But then the hum of voices reached my ears, pulling me fully into consciousness. My body ached, and my head felt like it had been through a storm, but I managed to blink my

eyes open.

Iwasn't in my cabin. The familiar luxurious furnishings and the dark wooden accents told me I was in Elijah's room. standing near the edge of the bed was a small group of people, their faces etched with worry.

Mariah was the first to notice I was awake. She let out a soft gasp, her green eyes shining with relief. "Stormi!" she exclaimed, rushing to my side and wrapping me in a tight hug before I could even sit up properly.

“Careful,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. My body protested every movement, but I couldn't focus on the pain. My mind was racing, replaying the vivid dream-or memory-I had seen.

"Are you okay?" Mariah asked, pulling back to examine me. Her hands cupped my face as she studied me closely, her usual stern demeanor replaced with tender concern.

steady my

grew silent. I could feel the weight of their stares as my words sunk in. Eira, the witch who had been helping us decode the riddle, exchanged a glance with Elijah, who stood near the door. Alex and Isaiah, both seated nearby, stiffened, their expressions

do you mean, Stormi? Who

my ribs. "My ancestors. The boy and the girl-they survived. Which means my

in a rush, filled with hope and desperation. My

looked around the room, hoping

asked, stepping closer. Her voice was calm, but there was a flicker of curiosity and unease

eyes.

real, like I was living through it. The boy said our grandfather told them to

then my parents they could be out there

silence followed my

Elijah's jaw tightened.

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wasn't right.

directly at Elijah and then at Mariah. "If there's a

them maybe they know more about

"Maybe we should take things

and do nothing. If they're alive, I did to find them, maybe they can help me understand. maybe they know what the riddle ineans,

authority she

sinking. What

"Mariah-"