The Omega Mated To The Four

The Alpha Bond 82

The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Eighty Two

The morning was crisp, the air cool against my skin as we stood in the training field, waiting for Eira's instructions. The damp earth beneath us clung to the fading mist, and the rune-carved stones surrounding the clearing pulsed faintly with magic. These weren't ordinary markers-they radiated an unseen energy that made my wolf stir uneasily.

Eira stood before us, her sharp gaze sweeping over the group, her expression unreadable. But I knew that look all too well. Today's training would be brutal.

"Today's lesson," she announced, her voice steady and commanding, is about adaptation."

At her words, the ground trembled slightly. The runes glowed brighter, and from the earth, figures began to emerge.

At first glance, they appeared to be training dummies-wooden constructs wrapped in cloth, their humanoid forms stiff and unnatural. But the moment they moved, I realized how wrong I was.

Their joints bent in ways that shouldn't be possible, their fluid movements eerily human-like. And worst of all... I could feel the magic woven into them.

They weren't just enchanted.

They were learning.

"Your task is simple," Eira continued, folding her arms. "Defeat them. But be warned-they will adapt to your fighting styles. Brute force alone will not win this battle."

A spark of anticipation ran through me.

We had faced countless trials over the past few days-illusionary fears, energy barrages, and power synchronization. But this... this was different.

This was a test of strategy.

Elijah cracked his knuckles, his golden eyes gleaming with challenge. "Alright, let's make this quick."

The moment he moved, the battle began.

Elijah launched forward with the lethal grace of a warrior, his dark eyes gleaming as he summoned his magic. A blade of condensed energy flickered to life in his hand, shimmering blue and crackling with power. He swung with deadly precision, aiming for the nearest dummy's chest.

The dummy moved-too fast, twisting at an unnatural angle.

Elijah's attack missed.

Frowning, Isaiah stepped forward, his shadows coiling around his arms like living tendrils. With a flick of his wrist, the darkness lashed out, seeking to bind the dummies where they stood.

But they were already adapting.

The dummies twisted away from the shadows, their movements synchronized, dodging Isaiah's attack with eerie precision.

Alex scowled. "Alright, let's see if they can dodge this."

of his fingers, flames erupted from his hands, a wave of

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hungrily at the wooden

a moment, I

Then-

their wooden surfaces frosting

My stomach dropped.

had just developed resistance to

his breath.

their movements. They weren't just reacting to our

faster than I

way we always did, we would

plan. A change in

"Stop!" I commanded.

me a sharp look. "Stormi,

to think first," I interrupted. "They're adjusting too fast. If we keep attacking individually, they'll just keep countering us. We need

raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I could feel her

mates,

great for trapping, but the dummies are predicting single attacks. If you weave your shadows through Alex's

silver eyes gleamed.

fire can't overpower them directly

a distraction, it

smirked. "Got it,

the ground beneath them," I added. "If they can't move

his ice-blue

to him last. "You're our strongest

the final blow. But wait

slowly, nodding

warmth spread

Then let's end this."

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Austin struck first.

the battlefield, coating the ground Beneath the dummies in a slick, treacherous frost. The moment their

That was our opening.

wrist, his shadows slithering forward-woven within Alex's flames. To an outsider, it looked like a chaotic swirl of dark tendrils and flickering

was a

dummies reacted, raising their defenses

didn't see the shadows

struck, binding them in

"Now, Elijah!" I called.

eye