The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 52

The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Fifty Two

The massive wooden doors groaned as they swung open, revealing grand hall that seemed to stretch endlessly. The ceiling was impossibly high, adorned with floating candles and shimmering lights that bathed the room in a warm, golden glow. Long tables stretched across the floor, each packed with witches dressed in robes of various shades, chatting animatedly. But the moment we stepped inside, silence fell like a heavy curtain.

Every witch turned to look at us.

The scraping of chairs echoed as they stood, their eyes fixed on me and my mates. I could feel the weight of their stares pressing down on us, curiosity and awe radiating from their expressions. My wolf stirred uncomfortably, growling faintly as if sensing something amiss.

Rowena led the way down the aisle, her stride confident and unfazed The only sound in the room was the soft echo of our footsteps on the polished stone floor as we walked toward a raised platform at the far end of the hall. My stomach churned with nerves.

At the head of the platform, 32 witches sat behind a long table, each dressed in striking scarlet robes. Their presence was commanding, their gazes sharp and piercing. My eyes darted to the one in the center-a woman with a veil covering her face. It was Mother, the same woman who had greeted us earlier with her gentle yet unsettling aura.

I leaned toward Rowena and whispered, "Who are they? The witches in scarlet?” Rowena glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. "They are the High Witches, the most powerful and influential among us."

I frowned. "But I thought there were only seven High Witches?"

Rowena's lips quirked into a faint smile. "That was a long time ago. Much has changed since the old days. Now there are thirty-two, each representing different aspects of our magic and our people."

As we approached the atform, I couldn't help but notice the way the witches in the hall were staring at my mates. Some of them whispered to one another, their eyes lingering on Elijah, Isaiah, Alex, and Austin. My wolf bristled inside me, a low growl rumbling in my chest.

Mine.

for possessiveness, no matter how much I wanted to bare my teeth at the witches

air of authority, her veiled face obscuring her expression, but her posture radiated warmth. She stopped

voice soft yet

the way the entire room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for my response. "Yes, I

mates, her gaze lingering on each of them before returning to me. "Good. You will need

of varying ages, ethnicities, and demeanors-some looked serene and wise, others

guided to a smaller table directly in front of the platform, facing the High Witches. As we sat down, I felt

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Chapter Fifty Two

through the hall, "we welcome not just

felt every eye in the room shift back to me. My face burned with discomfort, and

a symbol of hope, a beacon of strength in the face of our greatest enemy. We gather

followed was polite but subdued, the atmosphere Heavy with reverence. My unease deepened, but Elijah's hand remained steady in

fell silent once more. "Let the feast begin," she

roasted meats, fresh bread, and exotic spices filled

again, their earlier whispers replaced with lively conversation, I picked at the food on my plate, my appetite dulled by the lingering

over from her seat, giving me a knowing look. "You'll get used

a smile, though I doubted her words. Being the center of attention wasn't something I thought