The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 30

The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Thirty

When I returned to the cabin, the sound of rain had faded to a light drizzle, and the comforting scent of wood smoke filled the air. Stepping inside, I found Mariah lounging on the worn–out couch, a thick book in her hands. She looked up as I closed the door behind me, her sharp eyes studying me.

“Have fun?” she asked, her tone light but her smirk unmistakable.

I groaned, setting my bag down by the door. “If by fun, you mean being dragged out of school by Elijah, Austin, and the twins, then

1. no. They’re annoying.”

“Really?” Mariah’s eyebrow arched in a way that made me squirm. “Annoying, huh?”

“Yes,” I said firmly, though I knew I wasn’t convincing her.

She shut her book with a soft thud, setting it aside as she leaned back. Her smirk widened, and I braced myself. “You’re starting to like them, aren’t you?”

I shot her a glare. “No.”

Mariah chuckled, clearly amused by my defensive tone. “Uh–huh. Sure, carrot–head. Keep telling yourself that.”

Ignoring her, I crossed the room and slumped onto the armchair opposite her. The warmth of the fire was soothing after the chilly walk home, and for a moment, I let myself relax.

Mariah studied me for a few moments before speaking again. “Anyway, I need to talk to you about something.”

I glanced at her, wary of the sudden shift in her tone. “What is it?”

“I’ll be heading to the pack house starting tomorrow,” she said. “In preparation for the Lunar Redemption Day.”

In honor of the day the Moon Goddess banished the Shadow Weaver and saved the world from its malevolent influence, a sacred festival known as “Lunar Redemption Day” was established.

“So I’ll need your help after school“, she said and sighed I would love to help but being at the pack house meant being with Elijah and Isaiah who lived there.

“Sure Mariah I would love to help“, I said and walked to my room.

The cabin was quiet as I got ready for bed, the only sounds coming from the wind rustling through the trees and the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards.

As I lay under the blankets, my thoughts wandered to the day’s events. Despite my annoyance at being dragged out of school, I couldn’t deny that the boys had a way of worming their way into my thoughts.

And then, without meaning to, I smiled.

I caught myself immediately, scolding the warmth spreading through my chest. “No,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. “Don’t be weak, Stormi. Don’t forget what they’ve done.”

But even as I tried to push the thoughts away, the memory of Isaiah’s kiss and the way the twins had made me laugh refused to leave me alone.

With a frustrated sigh, I buried my face in the pillow, determined to will myself to sleep.

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Chapter Thirty

I was supposed to be sleeping, but my mind refused to quiet down. Every time I closed my eyes, fragments of the day floated to the

surface.

Isaiah pulling me into that closet, his lips pressing against mine. The twins dragging me out of school, their mischievous gri daring me to stay mad at them. Elijah’s calm but firm presence.

And then there was me–torn, confused, and undeniably irritated.

I let out a groan, rolling onto my side. I hated how they made me fee. One moment, I wanted nothing to do with them. I wanted to hold onto the anger that had been my armor for so long. But the next, something in me softened when they looked at me.

My wolf wasn’t helping. She was practically glowing whenever they were near, nudging me with thoughts and feelings 1 didn’t want to acknowledge.

They’re our mates, she whispered in the back of my mind, her voice gentle but insistent.

“Yeah, well, they were also jerks,” I muttered under my breath, though I knew she wouldn’t care.

It wasn’t just about the bond. It wasn’t just about what they were to me now. It was about what they’d been before. For years, Md been invisible to them–or worse, a target for their teasing and indifference. And now, because of some cosmic joke, I was supposed to forgive all of that? Just fall into their arms and pretend it hadn’t happened?