The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 40

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The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Forty

The sunlight filtering through the curtains did little to lighten the heaviness that hung in the air. 1 sat curled up in a crater of Elijah's bed, my arms wrapped tightly around myknees. The events of the previous day replayed in my mind like a haunting meleta My eyes were swollen from crying through the night, the salty streaks of tears still etched on my cheeks.

The knock on the door was soft but insistent.

"Stormi,” Elijah's voice came gently through the wood, followed by Alex's. "We're coming in, okay?"

The door creaked open, and my mates stepped inside-Elijah, Alex, Austin, and Isaiah, Their concern was evident, their usual confident composure replaced by worry.

"You've been crying all night," Alex said, walking over to the bed. He crouched beside me, his hand brushing lightly over my arm. "We're worried about you."

I lifted my head slightly, my voice cracking as I spoke. "If I had been there... If I hadn't left after fighting with Mariah... She'd still

be alive."

said, sitting beside her. His strong arms enveloped me, pulling me into his warmth.

left her... I let her go into the woods alone. I

things-those umbrakins-attacked because of the Shadow Weaver's influence, not because

understand!" I sobbed, burying her face in Elijah's chest. I

had been leaning against the doorframe, finally approached. He took my hand gently, his voice firm but kind. "Stormi, you need to stop blaming yourself. None of us wanted this to happen, but we

the ache in my heart, but their presence was grounding. Slowly, the overwhelming tide of grief ebbed just enough for me to breathe. The

noon, I had managed to pull myself together enough to shower and change. The hot water had done little to wash away my sorrow, but it gave me the strength to face the

house was quieter than usual. Most of the pack members were outside, their voices hushed in mourning. 1 stepped

in their striking white outfits, their wands in hand. Four more witches had joined the group since the battle, and to my surprise, Savannah was among them. Dressed like

The witches had gathered them into a heap, their grotesque forms

Alpha and Luna approached

voice low but steady. "We're so sorry

throat tightened as tears welled

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deeply for you," the Luna added, her eyes for the first time soft with

over. "Thank you," I managed to whisper, my voice barely

with sadness. “I'm sorry, Stormi," she

nodded again, unable to hold back my tears any longer. I cried quietly, my shoulders shaking as Eira placed a comforting hand