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.

fine," I replied, trying to steady my

helping us decode the riddle, exchanged a glance with Elijah,

you mean, Stormi?

a deep breath, pushing myself up into a sitting position despite the sharp ache in my ribs. "My ancestors. The boy and the girl-they survived. Which means my parents...

came out in a rush, filled with hope

the room, hoping someone would confirm what I was

voice was calm, but there was a flicker

eyes.

felt real, like I was living through it. The boy said our grandfather told them to run, and they did. They

then my parents they could be

tense silence followed my declaration.

while Elijah's

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Chapter Thirty Six

wasn't right.

them," I said firmly, looking directly at Elijah and then at Mariah. "If there's a chance they're alive, I have

they know

Elijah began, his voice gentle but hesitant, "Maybe we should take things one step at a

blankets. "I can't just sit here and do nothing. If they're alive, I did to find them, maybe they can help me understand.

her back, exuding the authority she rarely used on me. "Everyone, leave the room. I need to speak

my heart sinking. What was she

"Mariah-"