The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 53

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Chapter Fifty-Three

The sound of a knock at my door dragged me out of sleep. My eyes uttered open, and I groaned, the remnants of a restless nigh making my limbs feel heavier than usual,

I turned my head toward the window. It was still dark outside, the faint glow of the magical sconces outside barely illuminating the room. I pulled the blanket tighter over myself, hoping whoever was knocking would give up.

But the knocking persisted, sharp and insistent.

"Stormi," came Rowena's voice from the other side of the door.

I groaned again and rolled out of bed, my bare feet meeting the cold stone floor. Stumbling slightly, I shuffled to the door and opened it, squinting against the hallway's brighter light.

Rowena stood there, fully dressed and wide awake, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. Beside her was a woman I hadn't seen before. She was tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in fitted combat gear that seemed tailored for movement. Her buzz-cut and stem expression gave her an air of authority, and her dark eyes surveyed me with the same disapproval one might reserve for a Jazy

soldier.

"Rise and shine, Silver Wolf," Rowena chirped, far too cheery for this ungodly hour.

I blinked at her, barely processing her words. "What time is it?" I asked, my voice hoarse with sleep.

"It's time for training," Rowena said matter-of-factly, as though the answer should have been obvious.

I leaned against the doorframe, trying to gather my thoughts. "It's still dark outside," I mumbled, gesturing toward the window as if that would excuse me from whatever torture Rowena had planned.

She ignored my protest and stepped aside, giving me a clear view of the hallway. My mates were standing there, looking just as groggy as I felt. Elijah leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his eyes heavy-lidded. Isaiah was upright but stiff, his jaw set in silent resignation. Alex was rubbing at his eyes, his messy hair sticking up in all directions, while Austin-poor Austin-was nodding off where he stood, his head bobbing forward and jerking back up every few seconds.

"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, staring at their tired faces

Rowena smirked. "Oh, I'm not." She motioned toward the woman beside her. "This is Commander Lynne. She'll be leading part of your training."

Commander Lynne nodded curtly, her gaze sharp as it swept over me. "You've got

a long way to go," she said bluntly. "But I'll whip - you into shape."

shape?" I echoed, frowning. "I

a dramatic sigh. "No coffee, no tea, no excuses. We have a schedule to

back toward the room. "At least let me

in

pajamas-a

falter.

area. No time to

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Rowena grabbed my wrist and tugged me forward. "Come on.

the hallway, catching Austin's pleading

me.

sigh, I stepped out of my room, closing the door bend me. Rowena's grip on my wrist was firm

I approached, his

it even morning?"

small groan. "If this is

sleep and wake

him a sidelong glance. "You're not the only

"Enough chit-chat. Training starts now. You're all going to need every ounce

until sunrise?" Alex grumbled, yawning

turned wicked. "The Shadow Weaver doesn't wait

voice cutting through the air. "Your first task is simple: follow me.

unrelenting. And the rest of us scrambled to

help but notice the faint glow of magical runes etched into the walls. They pulsed softly, illuminating our path and casting long

we going?" I panted, my legs already protesting the sudden burst

Commander Lynne

the hallways seeming to stretch endlessly. By the time we

me,

her a glare but didn't have the energy

trying to catch my breath. The cool night air was a welcome relief, the

Lynne turned to face us, her expression unyielding. "This was just the warm-up. Now, the real

just the warm-up, I wasn't sure I wanted to know what the rest of the

against my exhaustion. "Welcome to your first day of training,

looked at my mates.