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."

beside her. His strong arms enveloped

I let her go into the woods alone. I should have been there. If it wasn't for me she wouldn't

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

burying her face in Elijah's chest. I pushed her away. She

He took my hand gently, his voice firm but kind. "Stormi, you need to stop blaming yourself. None of us wanted this to

heart, but their presence was grounding. Slowly, the overwhelming tide of grief ebbed just enough for me to breathe. The four of them surrounded

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

were outside, their voices hushed

gathered. My gaze swept over the 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 the battle, and to my surprise, Savannah was among them. Dressed like the others, she stood tall and resolute, her gaze

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

Luna approached me, their

Alpha said, his voice low but steady. "We're so sorry for your

My throat tightened as tears welled

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

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

sadness. “I'm sorry, Stormi," she

cried quietly,