The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 72

The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Seventy Two

The lesson with Eira had been grueling, not just physically but emotionally. She was relentless in her insistence that we train as though the weight of the world rested on our shoulders–because, as she so often reminded us throughout the session, it did. “Be on the lookout,” she had said as we left the training chamber. “Anything at any point, can be a test.”

Her words lingered in my mind as we made our way to the dining hall. Eira had a way of making the simplest statement feel ominous. I glanced at my mates as we walked. Despite the intensity of the day, they all seemed relaxed, even cheerful. Elijah, as always, walked ahead with a confident stride, his broad shoulders seeming to take up the entire hallway. Alex and Austin were chatting about the new techniques they’d try during training and who would win if they both attacked each other at the same time, while Isaiah walked quietly beside me, his sharp eyes taking in everything around him.

The smell of food hit us before we even reached the dining hall, and my stomach growled in response. Training had left me ravenous. As we entered, the large wooden tables were already laden with dishes–roasted meats, fresh bread, steamed vegetables, and a variety of soups and stews. My mouth watered as I filled a bowl with a hearty–looking soup and took a seat at one of the long tables.

The first spoonful was delicious, but I quickly realized it was too hot. I winced as the heat stung my tongue.

“Too hot?” Austin asked, sliding into the seat next to me.

I nodded, blowing on the soup in a futile attempt to cool it. Without a word, Austin placed his hand near the bowl, and a faint shimmer of frost spread across the surface. Steam stopped rising, and the soup was suddenly at the perfect temperature.

“Better?” he asked with a grin.

I took a cautious sip and smiled. “Much better. Thanks.”

Isaiah, seated across from us, held up his soda can. “Can you cool this too, Ice King?”

Austin smirked, reaching over to touch the can. A layer of frost formed instantly, and Isaiah took a sip, nodding in approval.

“Your powers are being put to excellent use,” Isaiah teased.

Austin shrugged. “I aim to please.”

Elijah, seated at the head of the table, held up his plate with a half–eaten steak. “Since we’re putting powers to practical use, Alex, how about reheating this for me?”

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Alex rolled his eyes but obliged, holding his hand over the steak. A faint orange glow emanated from his palm, and the meat sizzled slightly as it warmed. Elijah cut into it, took a bite, and nodded appreciatively.

“You’re a regular walking stove, Alex,” Elijah joked.

Alex smirked, leaning back in his chair. “And you’re a regular walking headache, but here we are.”

Laughter rippled through the group, and I couldn’t help but smile. Moments like this were rare–moments where we could forget, even briefly, about the looming threat of the Shadow weaver, Children of the Eclipse, and the umbrakins.

As we finished our meal, the conversation shifted to lighter topics–old stories, friendly teasing, and the occasional debate about who had performed better during training. I stayed mostly quiet, content to listen and enjoy the camaraderie.

Eventually, we made our way back to our rooms. The castle was quiet now, the halls dimly lit by flickering runes. As we reached my door, I paused, feeling a strange mix of exhaustion and peace.

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Chapter Seventy Two

“Well,” I began, turning to face them. “Goodnight, everyone.”

Elijah crossed his arms, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Forgetting what?”

Alex, Isaiah, and Austin lined up beside Elijah, all of them grinning mischievously.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, realizing what they were waiting for.

“Goodnight kisses,” Elijah said, leaning slightly forward as if to emphasize the point.

I groaned, rolling my eyes. “You’re all ridiculous you know that?.” I smiled.

“Maybe,” Alex said, his grin widening. “But you’ve already set a precedent, so…”

I sighed dramatically but stepped forward. Elijah was first, leaning down slightly so I could reach him. His kiss was quick but lingering, his hand brushing lightly against my arm.

Isaiah was next, his smile softer but no less teasing. He bent just enough for me to kiss his cheek, his dark eyes sparkling with

amusement.

Austin, ever the gentleman, tilted his head slightly, his expression warm and patient. His kiss was brief but sweet, and I couldn’t help but smile at him.”