The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 42

Chapter Forty Two

I didn't know when exhaustion had overtaken me, but I must have fallen asleep amidst the comforting scent of Mariah. The weight of grief was too heavy, and sleep had claimed her as an escape,

When I woke, the room was shrouded in an unnatural stillness. A coll draft brushed over my skin, and I realized I wasn't alone.

I turned my head, and there, sitting on the edge of the bed, was Mariah.

But it wasn't the Mariah I remembered.

Her clothes were torn and bloodied, her chest grotesquely ripped open as though her heart had been torn from her body. Blood smeared her face, and her once gentle eyes were clouded over, lifeless.

“Mariah?” I whispered, my voice trembling. I sat up, reaching out tentatively, my fingers shaking.

into a strange, sorrowful smile.

so sorry Please forgive me. I

her expression twisting into something colder, darker. "Now You have no one,

pleaded, tears streaming down

form distorting unnaturally. She threw her head back, letting out a laugh that sent

It wasn't Mariah's laugh.

that sinister sound-it was the same malevolent laugh I had heard in the

in the room began to shift and writhe, coiling around Mariah like living tendrils. Suddenly,

loomed over me, its red

closer, its maw stretching

want, silver wolf," it hissed, its voice a sinister blend of whispers and growls. "You cannot escape

screamed as I woke, my body trembling violently. I thrashed against an unseen force, my cries echoing

"Stormi! Stormi, wake up!"