The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 40 2/2 The Omega: Mated To The Four Chapter Forty The sunlight filtering through the curtains did little to lighten the heaviness that hung in the air. 1 sat curled up in a crater of Elijah's bed, my arms wrapped tightly around myknees. The events of the previous day replayed in my mind like a haunting meleta My eyes were swollen from crying through the night, the salty streaks of tears still etched on my cheeks.

The knock on the door was soft but insistent.

"Stormi," Elijah's voice cgently through the wood, followed by Alex's. "We're coming in, okay?" The door creaked open, and my mates stepped inside-Elijah, Alex, Austin, and Isaiah, Their concern was evident, their usual confident composure replaced by worry.

"You've been crying all night," Alex said, walking over to the bed. He crouched beside me, his hand brushing lightly over my arm. "We're worried about you." I lifted my head slightly, my voice cracking as I spoke. "If I had been there... If I hadn't left after fighting with Mariah... She'd still be alive." "Don't do this to yourself," Elijah said, sitting beside her. His strong arms enveloped me, pullinginto his warmth. "It wasn't your fault." "Yes, it was!" my voice broke, and fresh tears rolled down my face. "I left her... I let her go into the woods alone. I should have been there. If it wasn't forshe wouldn't have gone into the woods".

Isaiah knelt beside me, his dark eyes intense but filled with compassion. "Stormi, those things-those umbrakins- attacked because of the Shadow Weaver's influence, not because of you. You couldn't have known." "You don't understand!" I sobbed, burying her face in Elijah's chest. I pushed her away. She died because of me." Austin, who had been leaning against the doorframe, finally approached. He took my hand gently, his voice firm but kind. "Stormi, you need to stop blaming yourself. None of us wanted this to happen, but we can't change what's done. Mariah wouldn't want you to carry this guilt." The weight of their words didn't lessen the ache in my heart, but their presence was grounding. Slowly, the overwhelming tide of grief ebbed just enough forto breathe. The four of them surrounded me, holdingas I cried.

By noon, I had managed to pull myself together enough to shower and change. The hot water had done little to wash away my sorrow, but it gavethe strength to face the day. I descended the stairs, my steps slow and deliberate.

Downstairs, the pack house was quieter than usual. Most of the pack members were outside, their voices hushed in mourning. 1 stepped out onto the porch, the cool air hitting my face.

In the clearing beyond the house, a crowd had gathered. My gaze swept over the scene, catching sight of the witches from the Umbral Society. They stood in their striking white outfits, their wands in hand. Four more witches had joined the group since the battle, and to my surprise, Savannah was among them. Dressed like the others, she stood tall and resolute, her gaze meeting mine for a brief moment before she looked away.

My heart ached as her eyes fell on the pile of umbrakin bodies. The witches had gathered them into a heap, their grotesque forms now lifeless. The sight was both horrifying and oddly satisfying-a reminder that the threat had been dealt with, at least for now.

The Alpha and Luna approached me, their expressions solemn.

"Stormi," the Alpha said, his voice low but steady. "We're so sorry for your loss." I nodded, unable to speak. My throat tightened as tears welled up again.

1/2 Chapter Forty "She cared deeply for you," the Luna added, her eyes for the first tsoft with sympathy.

I bit my lip, my emotions threatening to spill over. "Thank you," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

Eira approachednext, her usually stolc demeanor tinged with sadness. "I'm sorry, Stormi," she said softly. "Mariah's loss is a heavy one." I nodded again, unable to hold back my tears any longer. I cried quietly, my shoulders shaking as Eira placed a comforting hand on my back.

The weight of the day pressed down onas I stood among the pack. Despite the chaos and loss. Them Alpha said we had been fortunate compared to other packs. Only five members of our pack had been lost in the attack-a small number, considering the devastation the umbrakins were capable of. Eira's voice broke through mythoughts. "Stormi, we were lucky to have you and your mates. Without your strength, this pack might not have survived. Other packs weren't so fortunate." I looked at her, guilt flickering in my eyes. "I'm no protector, Eira," I said bitterly. "Mariah's blood is on my hands. How can I protect anyone when I couldn't even save her?" Elijah stepped forward, his hand gripping my shoulder firmly. "That's not true. Mariah's death isn't your fault, Stormi."

Eira's expression hardened, though her tone remained calm. "Stormi, you have a responsibility new more than ever The umbrakins attack wasn't random. The Shadow Weaver is growing stronger, and you and your mates are the only ones who can stop it." I shook my head, my voice trembling with anger and grief. "I'm not shero, Eira. I didn't ask for this."

"No one asks for destiny," Eira said, her gaze unwavering. "But it's yours. The umbrakins haven't been seen in over a century, and now they're attacking in waves. There's never been a higher record of activity like this. If we don't find the Keystone soon, things will only get worse." Chapter Comments POST COMMENT NOW 1 SHARE