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. "You let me die, Stormi,"

so sorry Please forgive me. I didn't mean

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

pleaded, tears streaming down

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

It wasn't Mariah's laugh.

same malevolent laugh I had heard in the

began to shift and writhe, coiling around Mariah like living tendrils.

over me, its red eyes glowing like embers

shadow leaned closer, its maw stretching wide as though

voice a sinister blend

my body trembling violently. I thrashed

"Stormi! Stormi, wake up!"