The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 68

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The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Sixty Eight

The

est of the day passed in an unproductive blur. I stayed in my room, curled up in the quiet sanctuary it provided. The events from the picnic lingered at the edge of my thoughts—the laughter, the teasing, the vision. I wanted to talk to Eira about it, but something held me back, as though putting it into words would make it even more real.

By dinnertime, I forced myself to join the others in the dining hall. The conversation swirled around me, but I stayed quiet, lost in my thoughts. My mates occasionally glanced at me, concern flickering in their eyes, but I just didn't feel like talking.

When dinner ended, I retreated to my room again, determined to shake off the unease weighing me down. A hot shower was exactly what I needed.

I headed to the bathroom, flipping the light switch as I stepped inside. Nothing happened. Frowning, I tried again, but the bulb didn't flicker to life.

"What the...?" I muttered, stepping back into my room to check the main light. It worked just fine, casting a warm glow across the

room.

I turned back to the bathroom, squinting into the dim space. The bulb was missing entirely. My frown deepened. That was strange- very strange.

I considered going to find Rowena and telling her about it, but the thought of

wandering the castle at this hour didn't appeal to me. I could deal with it tomorrow. For now, the light spilling in from my bedroom would have to do.

The steam from the hot water rose around me, creating a hazy cocoon that soothed my tense muscles. I let out a sigh, leaning my head back as the water cascaded over me.

Then I felt it-rough hands wrapping around my waist, firm and unyielding.

My wolf stirred instantly, her instincts sharp and primal. But I didn't need her to tell me who it was. I knew.

shielding myself with my hands and

naked and unapologetically confident-made my

it.

and smooth. "It's not like I haven't seen or touched any of

both from the steam and his audacity. "What the hell are you

over me. "What does it

dropped.

"I enjoyed our last bath together. Haven't forgotten about it. Now every

groaned, frustration bubbling up. "Isaiah, you can't

heat of

he asked, his

my mouth to respond, but

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Chapter Sixty Eight

me with a hunger that left me breathless, My protests melted away as his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer until

speak. My body responded instinctively, my arms wrapping around his neck as I stood on my tiptoes-a familiar motion I'd done so many times when I kissed

heat building between us. Isaiah's hands roamed over my back, his touch both tender and

kiss just long enough

crazy, stormi.

sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could respond, He lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the cool tile wall. The contrast of the cold tiles and the heat of his skin made my breath

"Isaiah-"

lips brushing

something raw and honest in the way he looked at me, as though I was the only thing in the world

I kissed him back with equal fervor. The world outside the bathroom ceased

exist.

my mouth to my jaw, then down to my collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. My wolf purred with approval, her presence melding seamlessly with mine at

missed this," he admitted against my skin. "I

me every day," I teased, though my

like this,” he countered, his grip tightening on my hips

my body, and I felt a surge of heat pooling in my core. I