The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 139

The trees around us continued to murmur, but their whispers had changed.

No longer were they speaking of forgotten secrets and long–buried sins.

Now… they spoke directly to us.

To me.

-You were never wanted.

My breath hitched.

-You will fail them all.

I clenched my fists, shaking my head as I stepped back.

-You don’t deserve their love.

I gasped, my wolf howling in my mind as if trying to push back against the weight of those words.

“Get out of my head,” I whispered, but the voices didn’t stop.

From the corner of my eye, I saw my mates reacting the same way.

Austin’s usual cocky grin had vanished. He stood frozen, his expression twisted in discomfort. His fists clenched at his sides as his eyes darted back and forth, as if watching something only he could see.

Isaiah had gone rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles twitched.

Alex, usually the first to joke, had gone completely silent. That scared me more than anything.

Elijah looked the worst of them all. His breathing was unsteady, his hands shaking slightly as he stared into the distance. I didn’t know what he was hearing, but I knew it was something terrible.

Elijah sucked in a sharp breath and staggered back.

That was it.

“Everyone, move!” I shouted, breaking through the whispers.

We all rushed toward the boundary line. My heart pounded as I pushed past the invisible force keeping us trapped within the cursed grove.

As soon as we stepped out of the circle–

The whispers stopped.

I gasped for air, bending over with my hands on my knees as I tried to steady myself. My whole body was trembling.

Alex was the first to break the silence.

“That’s it?” he asked, his voice a mix of exhaustion and annoyance. “We came all this way for an inscription and some old cloth?”

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Chapter 133

Austin groaned. “I really didn’t need to hear about the secrets of people I’ve never even met! And, seriously, what was with that one

ve with his about the guy falling in love his crippled -in–law? That was way too much!”

Despite everything, we chuckled at that.

But inside, I was still shaken.

ther in

I took a deep breath and looked down at the old cloth in my hands. carefully unwrapped it, my fingers brushing over the rough fabric, revealing what was hidden inside.

It wasn’t a weapon.

It wasn’t a key,

It was a fragment of stone.

Small, jagged, ancient. With two smooth edges and two rough edges it looked like an irregular rectangular flat stone.

I ran my fingers over the surface. It looked like it had once been part of something bigger. Something broken.

“Elijah,” I called, my voice steadier now. “What did the inscription say again?”

Elijah, still catching his breath, closed his eyes for a moment before repeating the words.

“Seek the shadow where time has dwelled.”

My pulse quickened.