The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 40

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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."

do this to yourself," Elijah said, sitting beside her. His strong arms enveloped me, pulling me into his warmth.

broke, and fresh tears rolled down my face. "I left her... I let her go into the woods alone. I should have been there. If it wasn't for me she wouldn't have gone into the

his dark eyes intense but filled with compassion. "Stormi, those things-those umbrakins-attacked because of the Shadow Weaver's influence, not because

sobbed, burying her face in Elijah's chest. I pushed

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 can't change what's done. Mariah

presence was grounding. Slowly, the overwhelming tide of grief ebbed just enough for me to breathe.

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 day.

were outside, their

scene, catching sight of the witches from the Umbral Society. They stood in their striking white outfits, their wands in hand. Four more witches had joined the group since

umbrakin bodies. The witches had gathered them into a heap, their grotesque forms now lifeless. The sight was both

Alpha and Luna approached

voice low but steady. "We're so sorry

throat

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you," the Luna added, her

my emotions threatening to spill over. "Thank

usually stolc demeanor tinged with sadness. “I'm sorry, Stormi," she said softly. "Mariah's loss is a heavy

cried quietly, my shoulders shaking as Eira placed a comforting hand on my