The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 37

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"No." I shook my head, my voice rising. "That's not true. Tell me it isn't true."

Mariah's face crumpled, and she looked away, her hands clenching in her lap. "I wish it weren't true," she whispered. "But they're gone."

I stared at her, my mind spinning. The hope that had been burning so brightly within me flickered, threatening to go out entirely.

"If they're gone," I said, my voice cracking, "then why didn't you tell me before? Why let me believe I was unwanted?!"

Tears welled in Mariah's eyes, but she held her ground. "You're not unwanted Stormi, I love you so much. There are things you don't know, Stormi. Things I

couldn't tell you until now."

"Like what?" I demanded.

I sat on the bed, feeling the weight of her hesitation like a physical force. My heart pounded in my chest. Her cryptic words about knowing my parents and now asking for privacy-it was too much.

Mariah finally turned, Her green eyes filled with something I couldn't quite place: guilt, sadness, regret.

"I need you to listen to me, Stormi," she said softly, almost pleading.

"I'm listening," I said, my voice sharp with impatience. "Start talking"

Mariah inhaled deeply and walked over to the armchair across from me, lowering herself into it. She folded her hands in her lap, her fingers twisting nervously.

"I need to tell you about my mate," she began, her voice shaky.

I frowned, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "What does your mate have to do with my parents?"

"Everything," she said, her voice breaking slightly. "Please, just let me explain."

I sighed and leaned back against the headboard, crossing my arms. "Fine."

Mariah nodded, her gaze dropping to her lap. “When I first met my mate, I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world. He was charming, funny, everything I had ever dreamed of. For a while, we were happy. Or at least, I thought we were."

Her voice grew quieter, tinged with bitterness. "But as the years passed, he changed. Or maybe he'd always been that way, and I just didn't see it. He became cruel. Angry. He started drinking, and it wasn't long before the drinking turned into something darker.

My chest tightened as I watched her fight back tears.

"He became abusive," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "He would hit me, lock me in the basement for days, anything to control me. I felt trapped. Worthless."

"Mariah..." I whispered, horrified.

She shook her head, forcing a bitter smile. "I tried to leave him. I even planned to reject him, but he found out. And when he did... he snapped. He tried to hit me, and for the first time, I fought back. I pushed him. He stumbled, and his head hit a metal rod sticking out from the wall."

I gasped, the room seeming to tilt slightly.

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"I didn't mean to kill him," she said, her voice cracking. "But he was gone. Just like that."

I stared at her, my mind reeling, "I don't understand. What does this have to do with my parents?"

Mariah's gaze met mine, her eyes filled with anguish. "Because he was cheating on me. For years. And the woman he was cheating with... was your mother."

The air seemed to be sucked out of the room.

"What?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Mariah nodded, her tears spilling freely now. "Your mother was my mate's mistress. She was young, desperate, and in a situation she couldn't escape. She didn't love him, Stormi. He manipulated her, just like he did me."

I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"Your mother... she got pregnant with you," Mariah continued, her voice trembling. "When she found out, she was terrified. She didn't know what to do. And after he died, she had no one to turn' to No one to protect her. So she came to me

"You're lying," I said, shaking my head. "Why would my mother go to you?"

"I don't know. But That night, during the storm, she showed up at my door with you in her arms. You were so small, Stormi. So fragile. She begged me to take you, to keep you safe. She said she couldn't stay, that it wasn't safe for either of you if she did. She said some people where after her."

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as I listened to her

me," Mariah said, her voice breaking. "She said it was

then she was

chest. "You knew my mother.

me?"

to tell you. And I didn't know how. How do you tell a child that their mother gave

I wasn't just some

"You're right. I should have told you sooner. But I was scared, Stormi, I

I demanded, my voice trembling. "Where is

gone, Stormi," she said softly. "She died not long

me."

I whispered, shaking my

gently. "Not your mother. Your mother is gone. I'm

been ripped out from under me. My entire life

lie.

buried my head in my hands. For the first time in a long

than the last. My head spun, my

me.

shaking my head as I stood abruptly from the bed. What happened to her? How did she die? Did

as she clutched the chair for support. “Stormi, I tried to track her down after she left you with me. But by the time I found her..." She hesitated, as if the words physically

felt weak, and I staggered slightly, bracing myself

streaming down her face. "I've carried that guilt every single

"When were you

to

mouth to speak, but no

trembling with fury. "The man you

nodded slowly. "Yes, Stormi. He was your father. But

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my voice echoing through the

dad hadn't died, my mother would have kept me! This

reaching out as if to

shaking with

she looked at me with

any of this to happen," the said, her voice breaking, "I only wanted

streaming down my face hot and

tried to speak, but I couldn't hear her over the roaring in my ears.

turned and stormed

called after

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pack house, the tears blurring my vision

of anger,

inside.

I reached the main floor,

even Eira. Their eyes locked onto me as I stumbled into the room,

wrong?" Elijah

couldn't answer him. My throat burned with unshed screams, and my

like it was being crushed in a vice.

do was run.

ignoring their questions and worried glances,

me, consuming every inch of my

I

to my knees, my body trembling violently as the transformation

stretched, and then, in

shimmered with a

my reflection in a nearby