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."

yourself," Elijah said, sitting beside her. His strong arms enveloped me, pulling me

and fresh tears rolled down my face. "I left her... I let her go into the woods alone. I should have been

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

in Elijah's chest. I

but kind. "Stormi, you need to stop blaming yourself. None of us wanted

weight of their words didn't lessen the ache in my heart, but their presence was grounding. Slowly, the overwhelming tide of grief ebbed just enough for me to breathe. The

I had managed to pull myself together enough to shower and change. The hot water had done little to wash away my sorrow,

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

stood in their striking white outfits, their wands in hand. Four more witches had joined the group since

had gathered them into a heap, their grotesque forms now lifeless. The sight was both horrifying and oddly satisfying-a reminder that the threat had been

and Luna approached me, their expressions

his voice low but

speak. My throat

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

emotions threatening to spill over. "Thank you," I

me next, her usually stolc demeanor tinged with sadness. “I'm sorry, Stormi," she said

hold back my tears any longer. I cried quietly, my shoulders shaking