The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 223

The hall was silent, save for the crackling of torches lining the stone walls. Wolves, witches, and elders filled every corner of the room, their gazes heavy with anticipation. The weight of what we were about to do hung over us like a storm cloud.

I stood at the head of the room, my mates flanking me. Rowena stood off to the side, her arms crossed, watching me closely.

I cleared my throat, drawing everyone’s attention.

“This war has stolen too much from us,” I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “Our homes, our loved ones, our very future.”

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd.

“I know many of you are afraid. I am, too. But we cannot run any longer.” I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. “The Shadow Weaver thrives on our fear. She preys on it, twisting it, using it to break us. But we are not broken.”

A growl of agreement rumbled through the wolves.

“We have lost brothers, sisters, parents, children… But we fight not just for revenge. We fight for tomorrow.” My voice rang through the hall. “We fight so that our children never have to know what it’s like to live in hiding. So that the next generation will only hear

stories of this war, not suffer from it.”

Mooked around, meeting the gazes of the warriors standing before me.

“We will not back down. We will not cower. We will take back our world.”

The room erupted into a chorus of howls and chants.

Tonight, we would take the fight to the Shadow Weaver.

And we would win.

We gathered around the large war table. A crude map of the Shadow Weaver’s stronghold–a repurposed military base–was spread across it.

Rowena pointed to the entrance. “This is where the main forces are stationed. The humans… they don’t have a choice.” Her voice was grim. “They’re under her control.”

A heavy silence fell over the room. None of us wanted to harm innocent humans.

“We won’t kill them,” I said. “The witches will handle the weapons and vehicles. They won’t stand a chance without them.”

Rowena hodded. “That’s where we come in. My coven will disable their artillery the moment we arrive.”

Austin traced a path with his finger. “The real threat is here–the Umbrakins and the Children of the Eclipse.”

Elijah leaned forward. “They’ll be waiting for us.”

“Good.” I met his ga “Let them.”

My mates smirked.

turned to the rest of the room. “We attack tonight. No more waiting or hiding let’s finish this”

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Chapter 217

After dinner, the atmosphere in the stronghold shifted. Witches sharpened their blades and some whispered incantations under their breath, strengthening their protective spells.

I walked through the halls, watching families say their goodbyes. Mothers held their sons a little tighter. Mates clung to each other as if it would be the last time,

My heart ached for them.

For what I was leading them into.

I had no illusions–many of them wouldn’t return.

But we had to do this.

I exhaled and steeled myself.

“Stormi?”

I turned to see Rowena approaching.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked softly.

I nodded.

She hesitated. “The Luna Veil… If you teleport everyone, it will drain your essence.”

“I can handle it. I know how to control it. Eira showed me.”

”

Rowena studied me for a moment before sighing. “You’re stronger than most, but even you have limits, Stormi.”

I placed a hand on her shoulder. “If I don’t do this, people will die before we even get there. The faster we strike, the better our chances.”

Rowena exhaled sharply before nodding. “Then I’ll be there to catch you when you fall.”

I smiled. “I know.”

I walked to my room where I found my mates waiting for me. The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the lanterns lining the stone walls.

This might be our last night together.

I walked to the wooden bench and sat on it. My mates surrounded me, each lost in their own thoughts, their own way of preparing for what was to come. The weight of unspoken words hung thick in the air.

Elijah stood near the entrance, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes cold and calculating. His mind was already on the battlefield. Isaiah paced in the corner, his muscles tense, eyes flickering with restless energy,

Alex leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, but his usual cocky smirk was missing. His eyes stayed on me, watching, assessing, as if memorizing my face in case–no. I refused to let that thought take root.

Austin sat beside me, his steady presence keeping me grounded. He eached over, taking my hand in his, his warmth seeping into my skin. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. His touch was enough to tell me he was here. That he always would be.

I swallowed hard, breaking the silence. “This could be the last night we have together.”

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Chapter 217

Elijah’s gaze snapped to me, his expression unreadable. “No,” he said firmly. “This is not the last night. We are going to fight, and we are going to win.”