The Omega Mated To The Four

The Alpha Bond 153

The world blurred, colors twisting and warping before snapping back into focus. My stomach lurched as my feet hit solid ground, and I stumbled forward, gripping the side of the car for support. The sharp scent of rain filled my nostrils, mixing with something sweeter-pastries?

I gripped the car door, my stomach still queasy from the teleportation. Around me, my mates were also gathering their bearings, each reacting to our sudden relocation in their own way.

I blinked, my breath catching as I took in the

1. us.

Paris

The Eiffel Tower stood tall in the distance, its golden lights shimmering against the dark sky. The streets were alive with the chatter of pedestrians, the hum of traffic, and the occasional laughter from couples strolling hand in hand. A light drizzle had dampened the cobblestone sidewalks, and I could see people ducking into warm cafés, escaping the cool night air.

Alex groaned beside me.

"Paris?" he muttered, running a hand through his already messy hair as if that would help somehow with his dizziness. "Great. First Slovenia, now Paris. Do you think we'll end up in Egypt next?"

Austin gave him a sideways look. "You'd rather be stuck in a cave again?"

Alex huffed but didn't argue.

Elijah was already scanning the area, his sharp eyes darting over every street corner and dark alley. "Someone's tracking us," he muttered. "We keep getting pushed from place to place. It's not random."

Isaiah crossed his arms, expression grim. "Agreed. We're being herded."

someone-or something was manipulating our movements made me uneasy. I had never liked feeling out of control, and

things first. We need a place to

It was small but charming, decorated with vintage chandeliers and bookshelves filled with old French novels. The moment we stepped inside, I was hit with the faint scent of

It was oddly

front desk, the

fluent.

us

French. Without thinking, I

beside me. "Since when do you speak

I blinked. "...I don't?"

true, was it? Because I had understood everything the receptionist said. And the moment I replied, it had felt so natural,

rooms-one for the guys and one for me.

pillow at Isaiah. "So, genius, what's

caught it effortlessly, smirking.

was clear. We were in

was a moment of hesitation, but then Elijah

was enough of a green light for us. We grabbed our jackets and the sea of Parisians enjoying the

led to another bre cafés filled with people chatting over tiny cups of

wandered without a destination,

bought a

watching me. "You look like you just found the