The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
After the last bell rang, I was desperate to escape. The day had been grueling, with the constant stares, whispers, and the boys
hovering around me like shadows. All I wanted was to go home, hide in my cabin, and drown out the world.
As I unlocked my bike, Savannah approached me, her curly blonde hair bouncing as she jogged over.
"Hey, Stormi," she said, flashing me a smile.
"Hi," I said, trying to sound more upbeat than I felt. Savannah was one of the few people who didn't treat me badly from the very
beginning.
"Rough day?" she asked, leaning against the bike rack.
I nodded, adjusting the strap of my bag. "You could say that. I just want to-"
Before I could finish my sentence, the air shifted. I felt them before I saw them.
The sound of footsteps approaching made me tense. Savannah turned her head, her expression shifting to one of caution. "Uh,
Stormi..."
I looked up, and there they were. Elijah, Isaiah, and the Vandabelt twins strode toward us with purpose, their presence
commanding as always.
I groaned inwardly.

"What do you want now?" I snapped, gripping my bike handle tighter.
Elijah stopped in front of me, his golden eyes scanning my face. "We need to talk."
"About what? I think you've said enough," I replied coldly.
Austin stepped forward, his smirk infuriatingly smug. "Oh, it's not a request, little mate."
I shot him a glare, my wolf stirring in irritation. "Don't call me that

Savannah glanced between us, her brow furrowed. "Stormi, I needed help with some homework but we can talk later"
"No, it's fine.....," I said quickly, not wanting her to go.
Before I could react, Alex moved to my side and grabbed my bike.
"What are you-"
"We're giving you a ride," Elijah said, his tone firm.
"I don't want a ride!" I protested, my voice rising. "Let go of my bike"
Alex ignored me, lifting the bike effortlessly and walking it toward the jeep.
"You can't just-"
Before I could finish, Austin grabbed me.
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"Let me go!" I screamed, squirming in his grip.
Austin chuckled, his voice low and amused. "Stop moving, little mat

or I might drop you."
I kicked out, but his grip didn't falter. He carried me like I weighed thing, heading straight for Elijah's jeep.
"Put me down!" I yelled, twisting in his arms.
"Gladly," Austin said, opening the door and placing me in the back stat.
Before I could scramble out, Isaiah slid in next to me, blocking my exit. Austin climbed in after him, pulling me onto his lap.
I froze, my cheeks burning as I felt the hard press of his body against mine.
"Stop squirming," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Unless you plan to finish what you started."

I stiffened, my mortification quickly replaced by anger. As I felt something hard poking me.
"You're disgusting," I hissed, glaring at him.
Austin smirked, unfazed.
"Enough," Elijah said sharply from the driver's seat. "Austin, behave yourself."
Alex climbed into the passenger seat, and I turned my glare on him.
"Where's my bike?" I demanded.
"In the back," Alex said casually.
"Take me home," I said firmly. And Elijah started the engine. The ride was quite. I glanced out the window, my heart pounding as
the familiar turn to my cabin came into view. Relief flooded me. But Elijah drove past it without hesitation.
"Stop the car!" I shouted, panic rising in my chest." Where are you taking me?".
"We're not going to your haunted cabin," he said calmly. His eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror.
I frowned, my stomach sinking. "Haunted? What do you mean? And where are you taking me?"
"The Alpha wants to talk to you," Isaiah said, his voice surprisingly gentle.
I blinked, confused. "Why?"
Elijah's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Someone from the Umbral Society is here to see you."