The Omega Mated To The Four

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When I stepped through the shimmering portal, I stumbled slightly, my feet landing on soft, damp ground. I blinked against the sudden brightness and looked up to see an awe-inspiring sight: a massive black castle, its spires reaching toward the cloudy sky like jagged talons. The air carried the scent of saltwater, and I realized were standing on an island. Surrounding the castle was a dense, dark forest that seemed to hum with life, its energy both inviting and ominous.

*Stormi!*

I turned to see Elijah standing a few feet away, his hand outstretched. I took it gratefully, my legs still shaky from the disorienting

experience.

“That was..... something else,” I said breathlessly.

Elijah smiled, steadying me. "I know right?"

Before I could say anything else, the hole behind me shimmered, and Isaiah emerged, followed closely by Alex and Austin. All three of them looked dazed.

"What the hell was that?" Austin asked, brushing dirt off his clothes.

"Magic," Alex replied simply, though his tone was filled with awe.

Eira appeared moments later, stepping gracefully through the shimmering portal as though she'd merely walked through a door. She glanced at us, her expression smug.

"You all made it in one piece. I'm impressed."

I glared at her. "You could've warned us it was going to feel like falling into a black hole!"

"Where's the fun in that?" Eira teased, "Welcome to the Umbral Society's headquarters," she said, a note of pride in her voice. Her robes fluttered slightly in the breeze. She adjusted her cloak and gestured toward the castle.

Before anyone could respond, a soft yet commanding voice echoed from the edge of the forest, Emerging from the shadows was a figure dressed in the signature white robe of the Umbral Society witches. Her face was obscured by a delicate veil, and she leaned heavily on an ornate staff carved with intricate symbols. The staff glowed faintly as she moved, her steps slow but purposeful.

Eira's face lit up with recognition and warmth. "Mother," she said, her voice filled with reverence. She strode forward and embraced the veiled woman gently.

The older woman's voice, though soft, carried authority as she spoke. “Eira, it is good to see you again. You've done well bringing

her here."

She turned her attention to me, and despite the veil, I felt the woman's gaze pierce straight through me. The wonían extended her wrinkled hand, and I hesitated for a moment before taking it.

The touch was unexpectedly warm, comforting even, as though the woman carried the weight of centuries but bore it with grace.

"I don't remember the last time I met your blood," the woman said, her voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and

Iness.

frowned in

slightly as she nodded. "Yes, child. You your lineage, Your line carries the purity of the

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words. The weight of the prophecy, the keystone, and my newfound powers

heavier.

feast. There is much

ground. I

eyes scanning the surroundings with

stop walking as she answered instead. "This is where the Umbral Society's most sacred work is done.

Alex asked, his voice

between light and shadow,"

are," the woman announced as we approached the castle

grand courtyard filled with activity. Witches moved about, their robes swirling as they carried supplies, tended to animals, and practiced spells. The energy in the air

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low groan revealing a surprisingly bright and bustling interior. Contrary to its ancient and somewhat foreboding exterior, the inside of the castle was alive with energy. Instead of flickering lanterns or torches, as I had imagined, glowing crystals embedded in the walls provided a soft, warm illumination. Witches in robes of varying colors moved purposefully through the halls, some carrying books

stopped in their tracks, openly staring. A group of

Elijah moved closer to her, his hand brushing against hers in

and elegant, with long, raven-black hair streaked with silver. Her robe was deep emerald green, adorned with intricate golden embroidery.

am Rowena, overseer of the witches' livelihood here at the Umbral Society headquarters. It's an honor to meet the silver wolf and

the woman. "Rowena, thank you

for us to follow her. "Come, et me show you to your quarters. You'll

here more than sufficient for your stay,

will meet again tonight Silver Wolf"

call me Stormi", I smiled awkwardly

and way he'd as we walked away. As we walked, Rowena began speaking about the

old as it looks, though it was designed to appear ancient. It was constructed during the First Alliance when the seven high witches and the Alphas of the strongest packs came together to form the Umbral Society. That alliance has endured for centuries, despite...

intently, my curiosity

always draws envy, my dear. There have been those who sought to disrupt the balance we've worked

Rowena continued. "The castle has twelve wings, six on each side, and spans twelve stories. Each wing serves a specific purpose-training halls, libraries, laboratories, and living

west wing?" Isaiah

renovation, so you'll be the only ones living there. The

ne peeked out

continued to pause in their activities to watch the from doorways, others stopped mid-conversation. Their gazes lingered on my mates longer than I was

muttered under

here don't often see men, let alone four as Striking as your mates. They'll get used to you