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.

was now-this

and faint traces of burning firewood lingered in the halls, just as it had when I was younger. The walls stretched high, the familiar creaky staircase ahead of me. The same long corridors where

pulse pounded as footsteps echoed from

And then-

Laughter.

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sent a cold

I knew those voices.

turned the corner and saw

version

men they were now- but the cruel, arrogant boys who had

their circle, standing small

Was me.

caught in my

curled inward, her eyes wide but filled with unshed

with his arms crossed, his golden eyes sharp, indifferent. Alex was smirking, arms slung casually over Austin's shoulder, while Isaiah

They had her-me-cornered.

you belong here?" Austin sneered, taking

fingers curling around the hem

here," she whispered,

"You hear that? The runt thinks she's

it was cold and detached, but

My stomach twisted.

no, it wasn't like this. They weren't this