The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

After the last bell rang, I was desperate to escape. The day had been grueling, with the constant stares, whispers, and the boys hovering around me like shadows. All I wanted was to go home, hide in my cabin, and drown out the world.

As I unlocked my bike, Savannah approached me, her curly blonde hair bouncing as she jogged over.

“Hey, Stormi,” she said, flashing me a smile.

“Hi,” I said, trying to sound more upbeat than I felt. Savannah was one of the few people who didn’t treat me badly from the very beginning.

“Rough day?” she asked, leaning against the bike rack.

I nodded, adjusting the strap of my bag. “You could say that. I just want to-”

Before I could finish my sentence, the air shifted. I felt them before I saw them.

The sound of footsteps approaching made me tense. Savannah turned her head, her expression shifting to one of caution. “Uh, Stormi…”

I looked up, and there they were. Elijah, Isaiah, and the Vandabelt twins strode toward us with purpose, their presence commanding as always.

I groaned inwardly.

“What do you want now?” I snapped, gripping my bike handle tighter.

Elijah stopped in front of me, his golden eyes scanning my face. “We need to talk.”

“About what? I think you’ve said enough,” I replied coldly.

Austin stepped forward, his smirk infuriatingly smug. “Oh, it’s not a request, little mate.”

I shot him a glare, my wolf stirring in irritation. “Don’t call me that

Savannah glanced between us, her brow furrowed. “Stormi, I needed help with some homework but we can talk later”

“No, it’s fine…..,” I said quickly, not wanting her to go.

Before I could react, Alex moved to my side and grabbed my bike.

“What are you-”

“We’re giving you a ride,” Elijah said, his tone firm.

“I don’t want a ride!” I protested, my voice rising. “Let go of my bike”

Alex ignored me, lifting the bike effortlessly and walking it toward the jeep.

“You can’t just-”

Before I could finish, Austin grabbed me.

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Chapter Thirteen

“Let me go!” I screamed, squirming in his grip.

Austin chuckled, his voice low and amused. “Stop moving, little mat

or I might drop you.”

I kicked out, but his grip didn’t falter. He carried me like I weighed thing, heading straight for Elijah’s jeep.

“Put me down!” I yelled, twisting in his arms.

“Gladly,” Austin said, opening the door and placing me in the back stat.

Before I could scramble out, Isaiah slid in next to me, blocking my exit.

Austin climbed in after him, pulling me onto his lap.

I froze, my cheeks burning as I felt the hard press of his body against mine.

“Stop squirming,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Unless you plan to finish what you started.”

I stiffened, my mortification quickly replaced by anger. As I felt something hard poking me.

“You’re disgusting,” I hissed, glaring at him.