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.

strange, sorrowful smile. "You let me die, Stormi," she said, her voice

cried, shaking my head vehemently. "No, Mariah, I'm so sorry Please

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

that," I pleaded, tears streaming

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

It wasn't Mariah's laugh.

same malevolent laugh I had heard in

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

shadow. It loomed over me, its red eyes glowing like embers in the

stretching wide

you want, silver wolf," it hissed, its voice a sinister blend of

forward, engulfing me in its cold, suffocating darkness.I screamed as I woke, my body trembling

"Stormi! Stormi, wake up!"