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

The sight of him-completely naked and unapologetically confident-made

it.

his voice low and smooth. "It's not like I haven't seen

face burned, both from the steam and his audacity.

wall, his gaze shameless as it roamed over me. "What does it

jaw dropped. "Are you

enjoyed our last bath together. Haven't forgotten

frustration bubbling up. "Isaiah, you can't

of his presence. The shower was small,

asked, his voice a soft

mouth to respond, but

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me breathless, My protests melted away as his hands

neck as I stood on my tiptoes-a

cascaded over us, mingling with the heat building between us. Isaiah's hands roamed over my back, his touch both tender

broke the kiss just

crazy, stormi. You

He lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the

"Isaiah-"

murmured, his lips brushing against my

There was something raw and honest in

in his hair as I kissed him back with equal fervor. The world

exist.

of

he admitted against my skin. "I

day," I teased, though my voice was

countered, his grip tightening on my hips as he held me against the wall. "Not

roamed over my body, and I felt a surge of heat pooling in my core. I responded to his touch