The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 150

The evening air was cool and fragrant, carrying the scent of flowers from the garden as I made my way through the dimly lit stone pathway behind the hotel. I had spent the past hour handing out the little souvenirs I had picked up from the Idrija Lace Festival, and when I had given Austin his gift, I had asked where Elijah was.

“He went outside to get some air,” Austin said.

I gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading outside..

The garden behind the hotel was quiet and peaceful, with only the soft rustling of the trees and the distant hum of the festival still lingering in the night air. As I rounded a corner, I spotted Elijah, sitting on a wooden bench beneath an old willow tree. His posture was relaxed, but there was something heavy about the way his shoulders slumped as if he carried the weight of something unseen.

A pang of concern tightened in my chest.

Without making a sound, I snuck up behind him, reaching out carefully before covering his eyes with my hands.

“Guess who?” I whispered, my voice laced with amusement.

There was a brief pause before he let out a low chuckle.

“My lovely mate,” Elijah murmured, his voice deep and full of warmth.

I smiled, feeling a flutter of happiness in my chest. I removed my hands and moved around to face him, settling myself onto his lap without hesitation. As soon as I did, Elijah’s strong arms wrapped instinctively around my waist, pulling me close.

“You’re in a good mood,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

“I am,” I admitted, leaning into him. “The festival was amazing. I wish you

had come with us.”

Elijah let out a small huff. “Austin needed someone to stay behind with him.”

I cupped his cheek, tilting his face so I could look into his eyes. “And you needed a

moment alone,” I guessed.

His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable before he sighed, resting his forehead against mine.

“It’s been a long couple of weeks,” he admitted. “I don’t think I ever truly let myself process everything that’s happened.”

My heart ached for him. Elijah had lost his parents–his entire family–just days ago. And yet, he had barely spoken about it, throwing himself into our mission with unwavering focus.

I understood him too well. I knew what it was like to bury pain so deep that it almost became a part of you.

I wrapped her arms tightly around his broad shoulders, holding him close. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, Elijah.”

He let out a shaky breath, his grip on me tightening.

“I don’t know how to not be,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

My fingers ran soothingly through his dark hair, my touch gentle. “You don’t have to figure it out alone.”

For a moment, there was only silence, filled with the soft chirping of crickets and the rustling of the willow tree’s leaves in the breeze. Then, I felt it–the warm, wet sensation against my neck.

1/3

Chapter 145

Elijah was crying.

My heart clenched.

He buried his face against my neck, his breathing uneven, his body nse with unspoken grief. I didn’t say anything–I didn’t need to. Instead, I held him tighter, my hand rubbing soothing circles alons; his back.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “You don’t have to hide this from me.”

Elijah didn’t respond immediately. But after a few moments, he whispered, “It’s not fair.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I know.”

いく

He let out a hollow laugh, his grip on me tightening. “I used to think… no matter what happened, my parents would always be there. That I’d have time to make things right.” He exhaled sharply. But I don’t. They’re just… gone.”

I bit my lip, feeling her own eyes sting with unshed tears. I knew exactly what he meant. There was never enough time. And the regrets left behind–the words unspoken, the moments missed–they were the worst part of it all.

I pulled back slightly, cupping his face in my hands. “Death never gives you a chance to say goodbye,” I whispered.

Elijah’s jaw clenched, his throat working as he swallowed thickly. “Yeah.”