The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 214

Mariah leaned back against the couch, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. “Well, kid, I gotta tell you–if none of that were true, I’d say you’ve officially lost it.”

I blinked at her, my heart hammering in my chest. “So… you’re saying it is true?

She sighed, running a hand through her dark curls before giving msmall, knowing smile. “Yeah, Stormi. It’s true.”

A sharp chill ran through me, but nothing could have prepared me for what she said next.

“You’re really dead?” I whispered, my throat tight.

Mariah’s smile softened. She didn’t say anything right away. Instead, she reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, just like she used to when I was little. Then, she leaned in and pressed gentle kiss to my forehead.

Tears burned at the edges of my eyes..

I already know the answer. But I needed to hear it.

“Mariah, I begged, my voice cracking.

She nodded once. “Yeah, kid. I’m really dead.”

A broken sob tore from my throat.

Mariah wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. I clung to her, my nails digging into the fabric of her T–shirt as I buried my face against her shoulder.

I was never going to let go.

“I don’t understand,” I whispered against her. “Am I dead too?”

Mariah pulled back, brushing her fingers over my cheek. “Not really, she said gently. “You’re somewhere in between.”

“Between?” I echoed, confused.

is the place where you meet your loved ones. It’s where we guide you… before you pass into the spirit realm.”

She nodded. “This is

I swallowed hard. “So I’m dying?”

Mariah tilted her head slightly, a sadness flickering across her face. That depends on you, kiddo.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

For a long time, we just sat there.

It felt like I had been drowning in darkness, and now I was finally breathing again.

Being with Mariah felt right. Safe. Like I was home.

I didn’t want to leave,

Mariah seemed to sense my thoughts because she grinned and stretched her arms over her head. “Well, since you’re here, we might

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as well make the most of it.

And we did.

We had breakfast together, just like we used to,

We sat cross–legged on the old, worn–out carpat, playing poker with an old deck of cards. Mariah still cheated, sneaking cards up her sleeve when she thought I wasn’t looking. Lentight her, and we ended up Inughing so hard we couldn’t breathe.

We baked cookies in the kitchen, flour dusting our faces, and she playfully smacked my arm when I stole a bite of cookie dough.

We had dinner together at our tiny table, sharing stories between bis of Mariah’s famous roasted chicken.

For

The first t

time in what felt like an eternity, I was happy.

The ache in my chest faded.

The war. My mates. The Shadow Weaver.

None of it mattered here.

That night, I hesitated in the hallway, biting my lip. “Mariah… can leep in your bed tonight?”

She snorted. “Damn, kid, you’re not a little pup anymore.”

I shrugged. “Please?”

Mariah rolled her eyes but opened her bedroom door, “Fine. But dont make it a habit.”

I laughed, crawling into bed beside her. She wrapped an arm around me, and I closed my eyes, sinking into the warmth of her embrace.

She pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Oh, my little girl,” she whispered. “I love you so much, Stormi.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, holding back tears. “I love you too, MonL

A sharp breath caught in Mariah’s throat. She stiffened slightly, then hugged me even tighter.

A lump formed in my throat. “I’m sorry.”

Mariah frowned. “For what?”

“For… everything.” I whispered. “For the big fight we had before you died. For not being there to save you If I had just-

Mariah cut me off by gripping my chin and tilting my face up to hers “Stop,” she said firmly.

“No buts, Stormi.” Her voice softened. “Listen to me. What happened wasn’t your fault. It never was. You were a kid–my kid. And I would never, ever blame you,”

Tears spilled over my cheeks.

Mariah wiped them away.

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“You have to let go of the guilt,” she murmured. “It’s time.”

1 swallowed hard and nodded.

At least now, we could stay together.

I smiled up at her. “I’m ready.”

Marish blinked. “For what?–

“To go with you,” I said softly. “To the spirit realm.”

Silence.

Mariah didn’t answer.

She just stared at me, her lips slightly parted, her eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite place.

“Mariah?” I whispered.

She looked away.

A horrible feeling crept into my stomach.

“Mariah,” I said again, firmer this time. “What’s wrong?”

She turned back to

back to me, her eyes shining with sadness.

“You can’t come, Stormi,” she said quietly.

A sharp sting shot

through my chest.

I sat up. “What do you mean? Of course, I can

Mariah reached out, gripping my hands tightly. “Not yet, my love.”

“But why?” My voice cracked. “I want

Mariah’s ever

to stay

y with you! I missed you!