The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 64

The Omega: Mated To The Four

chapter sixty Four–1

The training session had left me utterly drained. Every muscle in mybody ached as I trudged back toward the castle, sweat dripping dan ng temples. My mates had tried to approach me multiple times during training, their attempts to reconcile dicess and desperate. But I wasn’t in the mood for their apologies, no matter how genuine they sounded,

1 could bear Austin muttering behind me, probably trying to coax Isajah into making the first move. Elipth, ever the stole, walked a few paces ahead of them, his shoulders tense, Good, I thought bitterly. Let them stew in their guilt.

As soon as we teached the main hallway, I broke away from the group, heading straight for the communal bathroom. I needed a shower–enmething to wash away the grime of the day and, hopefully the frustration bubbling inside me.

“Stormi,” Elijah called softly, stepping closer.

I didn’t turn around. “Not now.” My voice was clipped, leaving no room for argument.

1 pushed open the bathroom door and let it swing shut behind me, taking a deep breath as I stepped into the humid space. The faint sound of running water filled the air, and for a moment, I allowed myself to relax.

But that peace was short–lived,

“Well, Jook who it is,” a familiar Russian voice sneered.

turned to see Anna, Commander Lynne’s protégé, leaning casually against one of the sinks. Her arms were crossed, and her lips curled into a smirk that immediately set my teeth on edge. Two other witches stood beside her, their expressions mirroring Anna’s smug confidence,

“Stormi, the savior of the werewolves,” Anna drawled, her tone dripping with disdain. “Didn’t think you’d show your face here after the day you’ve had.”

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “Not now, Anna, I’m not in the mood.”

Anna let out a mocking laugh. “Oh, poor Stormi. Too tired from playing warrior with your little mates? Or are you just sulking because they finally realized you’re not worth the trouble?”

The other witches giggled, their laughter grating on my already frayed nerves. I turned away, determined to ignore them, but Anna

wasn’t done.

“They must be so proud of you,” she continued, her voice louder now “Since you failed to protect your own mother from the umbrakin.”

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. The anger that had been simmering all day erupted like a volcano, and before I could think twice, I spun around.

“What did you just say?” I demanded, my voice low and dangerous.

Anna’s smirk widened. “You heard me. It’s no secret, Stormi. Everyone knows you’re the weakest link.”

The witches behind her snickered again, their eyes gleaming with amusement.

“That’s it,” I muttered.

Without another word, I lunged at Anna, my fist connecting with her jaw. She stumbled back, a look of shock flashing across her face before it twisted into fury.

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“You’re going to regret that,” the hissed, her hands crackling with magical energy.

The fight broke out in an instant. Anna hurled a bolt of energy at me, but I dodged to the side, the blast scorching the tiles where I’d been standing. I countered with a kick to her midsection, knocking her off balance,

Gasps echoed through the bathroom as other witches gathered to watch, their eyes wide with a mixture of shock and excitement.

Anna recovered quickly, her hands glowing as she prepared another attack. I didn’t give her the chance. Closing the distance between us, I grabbed her wrist and twisted it hard enough to make her cry out.

“You’ve been asking for this for a long time,” I said through gritted teeth.

Anna snarled, driving her knee into my stomach. The impact forced me to let go, and I stumbled back, gasping for air. She advanced, her magic flaring dangerously, but I was ready.

I ducked under her swing and swept her legs out from under her, sending her crashing to the floor. Before she could recover, I pinned her down, my forearm pressing against her throat.

“Had enough?” I growled as my fingers extended into claws since she was using magic I was going to use my wolf.

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The Omega: Mated To The Four

chapter sixty Four–2

Anna struggled beneath me, her face red with effort, but she couldn‘ break free. The witches around us were shouting now, their voices blending into a chaotic roar.

“Enough!”

The commanding voice cut through the noise like a blade. I looked up to see Commander Lynne pushing through the crowd, her sharp eyes narrowing as she took in the scene.

“What is going on here?” Lynne demanded, her tone icy.

I released Anna and stood, my chest heaving. “She started it,” I said, my voice defiant.

Lynne’s gaze snapped to Anna, who was still on the floor, glaring up at me with a mix of hatred and humiliation.

“Get up,” Lynne ordered.

Anna scrambled to her feet, rubbing her wrist as she avoided Lynne’s piercing stare.

The Commander turned her attention back to me, her expression unreadable. “You’re a protector, Stormi,” she said, her voice steady but firm. “Not a bully. Your skills are meant to defend others, not to attack out of anger.”

She provoked me,” I argued.

“I don’t care what she said,” Lynne shot back. “You should have walked away.”

I clenched my fists, biting back the retort that threatened to spill out.

“As for you,” Lynne said, turning to Anna, “consider yourself on probation. One more incident like this, and you’re out of this program.”

Anna’s face turned bright red, but she didn’t argue.

“And you,” Lynne continued, her gaze settling on me once more, “will spend the rest of the evening running 30 laps around the arena. After that, you’ll complete a steep uphill climb carrying weighted packs until midnight. Maybe that will teach you some discipline.”

I swallowed hard, my stomach sinking at the thought of the punishment. “Fine, I said through gritted teeth.

“Good. Now both of you, get out of my sight.”

By the time I reached the arena, the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the open space. My legs already felt like lead as I started my first lap, the weight of the day pressing heavily on my shoulders.