The Omega Mated To The Four

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The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Ninety Four

The night was quiet, the kind of silence that wrapped itself around you like a blanket. Only the distant hoot of an owl and the rustling of leaves in the soft breeze filled the air. The moon, a luminous silver orb, hung high in the sky, casting its glow over the castle grounds.

I stood at the edge of the balcony, my arms resting against the cold stone railing as I gazed at the night sky. The moon had always been a source of comfort for me, a silent witness to my thoughts, my battles, and my heartaches. But tonight, it felt different. It felt heavier as if the weight of everything I carried had begun pressing down on my chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Tomorrow, they would leave. The journey to find the Lunar Keystone would begin. A journey that would determine the fate of my kind.

A cold gust of wind blew past, sending a shiver down my spine, but barely noticed. My thoughts were tangled, shifting between fear and determination, between duty and uncertainty.

Footsteps echoed behind me, soft but steady. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. His presence was familiar, and warm, even before he spoke.

“Elijah.”

He came to stand beside me, resting his hands on the stone railing. His gaze wasn't on the sky but on me. "You've been quiet all night/

I exhaled slowly, the cool air filling my lungs. "Just thinking."

Elijah tilted his head slightly, studying me. "About?"

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I didn't answer right away. Instead, I let my fingers trail against the stone as if the texture could ground my thoughts. "Everything," I admitted finally. "The mission. The riddle. The fact that I have to lead all of us into something none of us fully understand."

shifted closer, his arm brushing against mine. "It's a lot,"

let out a short, humorless laugh. "That's

side by side, neither needing to fill the silence with meaningless words. The wind rustled through the trees, the scent of damp earth and night jasmine lingering

turned to look at him, my brows furrowing

darkness. "Yes," he admitted, his voice quiet but steady. "Not for myself. But for you. For

swallowed the lump forming in my

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toward her, his expression unreadable. "Stormi, you don't have to

as the words

through his hair. "You don't always have to be strong. You don't always have to have the answers.

I let

said, stepping

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his gaze, searching for thy trace of doubt. There was none. Only certainty. Only unwavering

as Elijah lifted a hand, his fingers gently tracing along my jaw before tilting my chin upward. "Stormi," he murmured, his voice softer now, gentler. "You

weren't. They were something I hadn't realized I

ribs, not from fear but

chest tighten and my

wasn't sure what I was

didn't move away. Instead, he closed the distance between them,

His warmth, his steady presence, surrounded me

this

the weight of those words settle deep in my soul. He meant it. Every