The Omega Mated To The Four

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The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Hundred and Eight-1

By the time we pulled into the small hotel parking lot, the tension that had hung heavy over us since the battle in the cave finally began to ease. The neon sign flickered overhead, casting a soft, buzzing glow as we climbed out of the car. I glanced toward Austin. relieved to see that his wound had stopped bleeding. As werewolvese healed quickly-hut seeing him hurt still left a hollow arhe in my chest.

"Alright, tough guy," I said, looping my arm around his waist to help him inside. "Let's get you cleaned up before you start showing off your battle scars."

Austin smirked, leaning against me more than he needed to. "I mean if you wanted an excuse to get your hands on me, you didn't have to wait for me to get injured."

I rolled my eyes. "Really? You're injured and still flirting?"

"I'm a multi-tasker," he shot back, flashing that trademark mischievous grin.

Alex snorted from behind us. "Yeah, multi-tasking at being a pain in the ass."

We reached the room, and Isaiah unlocked the door, pushing it open. It was a modest place-two queen beds, a small table by the window, and a flat-screen TV mounted crookedly on the wall. Not exactly luxurious, but it was comfortable enough for a short stay while we recovered.

Lguided Austin to the edge of the bed and knelt in front of him, grabbing the first aid kit we'd brought along. His shirt was already shredded where the shadow creature's claws had struck him, and I carefully peeled it away from his skin. The slashes across his chest were still raw and red, but the bleeding had stopped, and the edges of the cuts were already starting to close.

"Damn," Alex said, leaning against the wall. "That thing really did a number on you."

Austin puffed out his chest, flexing as he winked at me. "Still the most handsome twin, though, right?"

I rolled my eyes, openingthe first aid kit. “Hold still,” I ordered, kneeling beside him.

Austin grinned, flexing his chest. "You just wanted an excuse to touch me, didn't you?"

Without missing a beat, Stormi pressed a little too hard against the wound with a disinfectant wipe.

"Ow!" he yelped, flinching away from her. "Cruella, much?"

"Cruella? Seriously?" I said a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Alex burst out laughing while Isaiah shook his head, clearly amused. "You really walked right into that one."

"Maybe you shut up and stopped acting like an idiot, this would hurt less," I muttered, a small smile tugging at my lips.

I softened a little, brushing my fingers lightly over the wound. It was already beginning to knit itself back together-by tomorrow, only faint lines would remain, and in two days, there wouldn't be a trace of it. "You'll survive," I murmured.

bed as if I'd drained the

a baby," I said, shaking

I'll milk this for all it's worth," he replied, peeking up at me with that boyish grin that somehow always managed to

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rolled my eyes again, but the truth was, I was grateful he could stil joke. For a moment back in the cave,

one, leaned against the dresser with his arms crossed. "We should probably hold off on the next piece

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finally spoke. "Agreed. We've been pushing hard.

two pieces of stone we had collected so far. They sat on the bedside table, rough and ancient, with

down on the other bed, stretching his legs out. "So, any brilliant ideas

admitted. "At first, I thought maybe

what?" Austin asked, his teasing tone softening into something

of my mind-a dream, one that had felt too vivid to simply be a figment of my imagination. The boy with the crystal key. The way it had gleamed like captured moonlight. I remembered the way he

more to

key?" Elijah asked, his gaze sharp as

eyes. "I had

key. It wasn't like these stone

brows furrowed. "And you think that's the

know," I admitted, frustration creeping into my

else another key

thing," Elijah finished, his

between us, the weight of uncertainty settling heavily over

room.

pieces aren't the Keystone, do we keep chasing

slowly, trying to clear my thoughts.

aren't the Keystone

leading us somewhere. And if there's any chance it helps us stop the

follow it."

We all knew