The Omega Mated To The Four

I couldn't breathe. I stared at the parchment in my hands, disbelief and confusion flooding my mind. How? How could this be possible? My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a deafening echin the suffocating silener around us.

The lines on the map were familiar the intricate, cryptic design that had been etched into my memory the moment I first saw it This was the map. The one filijsh had handed over to Mother in a first act of betrayal. The one that had sealed our fate, putting us at the mercy of the Shadow Weaver.

But how had it ended up here, in Alex's p

pocket?

1 glanced around the room, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of Thoughts tearing through my mind. Isaiah was staring at me, his expression unreadable, as if he, too, was trying to process what is meant. Austin and Alex exchanged tense glances, their confusion as evident as mine. None of this made sense. Elijah had betrayed us or so we thought. He had handed the map over willingly. We had all seen it. So why was it here now, crumpled in my trembling hands?

"What the hell is going on?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, more to myself than anyone else.

No one answered. They couldn't. The silence was suffocating, the tension thick enough to choke on. I could feel my mates' eyes boring into me, waiting for me to make sense of it all. But how could I? Nothing about this added up. The Shadow Weaver had the map or at least, they were supposed to. How could it possibly be here now?

I turned the parchment over, inspecting it for any sign that it might be a fake, a trick, a cruel joke. But it wasn't. Every detail was perfect-the faded ink, the intricate designs, the familiar scent of agel parchment. It was undoubtedly the same map. My heart clenched painfully, and I bit my lip to hold back the surge of emotions threatening to drown me.

I didn't have any answers. I didn't know how to explain it, but the only thing I could do was stare at the map in my hands, desperately trying to make sense of everything that had happened. The Shadow Weaver had the map-now we had it again. But what did this mean? What was going on?

I felt a surge of panic rise in my chest. Was this some sort of game? trap? Or had Elijah betrayed us and slipped it to Alex in a last-ditch effort to make up for what he had done?

my mind as I stared at it, trying to make sense of what I was

this?" I whispered,

brow furrowing in confusion. "I don't

his tone. "Ave all saw him hand it over, right? We were there. If Elijah took

don't know,” I said, my voice rising in frustration. "But this-this doesn't make sense. If Elijah betrayed us,

here?"

stepped forward, his brow furrowed in deep thought. "Maybe he didn't betray us after all.

some twisted game,

he's toying

betrayal. Elijah had been one of us-someone I trusted. When he had handed over the map, it had felt like a knife in my back. Like the ground had crumbled beneath my

again, my heart pounding. Despite everything, a small glimmer of hope stirred in my chest. Is it that

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felt thick

mates watched me clely, waiting for me to make a decision. Every part of me wanted to throw the map aside, to forget about Elijah and his betrayal. But ouldn't. Not yet. Not when

steadying myself. "We need to figure out what

can't waste any more time. The Shadow Weaver is already