The Omega Mated To The Four

The Alpha Bond 115

The morning air was thick with tension as we gathered in the clearing. The training had been brutal so far, pushing us to our limits, but today felt different. Heavier.

Eira stood before us, her silver eyes unreadable. "Today's challenge will be unlike any you've faced before," she said, pacing slowly. "Your enemy will not be an external force, but your own mind. You will endure illusions crafted to prey on your deepest fears."

A cold chill settled over me.

"Illusions?" Elijah asked, crossing his arms. "So, nothing physical?"

Eira tilted her head. "Your mind is just as powerful as your body. Sometimes, the worst battles are fought within."

I swallowed hard. That didn't sound reassuring.

"Each of you will be placed in an isolated chamber, where your fears will manifest. You must fight through them, or they will consume you." She let her gaze sweep over us. "Remember, nothing you see will be real... but the emotions will be. Face them, or be broken by them."

I glanced at my mates. Isaiah looked wary, Austin's hands curled into fists, and even Elijah, ever the fearless warrior, seemed uneasy,

A knot formed in my stomach. What would my fear be?

Eira clapped her hands. "Let's begin."

Before I could react, the ground beneath me shifted. A swirling vortex of silver mist engulfed me, pulling me down. I reached out, but my mates were already gone.

And then-

Darkness.

The moment the swirling mist swallowed me, I felt an eerie shift. My feet landed on solid ground, but the air was thick, suffocating, heavy with something unseen yet deeply familiar.

When the world sharpened around me, I froze.

I knew this place.

The packhouse.

it was now-this was the

was younger. The walls stretched high, the familiar creaky staircase ahead of me. The same long corridors

pulse pounded as footsteps echoed from around

And then-

Laughter.

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sound sent a cold shiver

I knew those voices.

corner and saw

younger version of

strong, loyal, devoted men they were now- but the

in the center of their circle, standing small and

Was me.

breath caught in

shoulders curled inward,

sharp, indifferent. Alex was smirking, arms slung casually over Austin's shoulder, while Isaiah stood slightly behind them, his face

They had her-me-cornered.

you belong here?" Austin

her fingers curling around

whispered, but her voice

let out a cruel chuckle. "You hear that? The runt thinks she's

others it was cold and detached, but that made it hurt all the

My stomach twisted.

this. They weren't