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.

gritted teeth, shielding myself with my hands and turning

entirely unbothered by my glare. The sight of him-completely naked and unapologetically confident-made

it.

smooth. "It's not like

steam and his audacity. "What the hell

his gaze shameless as it roamed over me.

dropped. "Are

Haven't forgotten about it. Now

frustration bubbling up. "Isaiah, you can't

words with the heat of his

what?" he asked, his voice a soft

mouth to respond,

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

his neck as I stood on my tiptoes-a familiar motion I'd done so many times when

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

the kiss just

me crazy, stormi. You

I could respond, He lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the cool

"Isaiah-"

murmured, his lips brushing

of his gaze. There was something raw and honest in the way he looked at me,

into him, my hands tangling in his hair as I kissed him

exist.

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

he admitted against my skin. "I

every day," I teased, though my voice

tightening on my hips as he held me against the

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