The Omega Mated To The Four

The Alpha Bond 130

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 I 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?"

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."

Elijah was silent for a moment before he shifted closer, his arm brushing against mine. "It's a lot," he said softly.

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

argue. We stood there for a while, 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

turned to look at him, my

He looked out at the horizon as if searching for something in the darkness. "Yes,"

swallowed the lump forming in

turned toward her, his expression unreadable. "Stormi, you

even as the words left my

in this together." He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "You don't always have

"If I let

"And we'll put you back together. That's what

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searching for any trace of

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

have felt obvious. But they weren't. They were something I hadn't realized I needed to

from fear but from something else entirely. Something that made my chest

wasn't sure what I was about

away. Instead, he closed the distance between them,

warmth, his steady presence, surrounded me like a shield against the

this together,"

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

spent so much of my life fighting, surviving, and standing alone

here, at this

I could second-guess myself, Elijah's lips