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.

her head, her lips curling into a strange, sorrowful smile. "You let me die, Stormi," she said, her voice

head vehemently. "No, Mariah, I'm so sorry Please forgive

into something colder, darker. "Now You have no

say that," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. "Please, Mariah.

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

It wasn't Mariah's laugh.

the same malevolent laugh

in the room began to shift and writhe, coiling around Mariah like

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

shadow leaned closer, its maw stretching wide as though to devour

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

as I woke, my body trembling violently. I thrashed

"Stormi! Stormi, wake up!"