The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 27
The Omega: Mated To The Four
Chapter twenty Seven
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the weight.
A lot of weight.
I groaned, shifting slightly, and that's when I felt it-the warmth surounding me on all sides. I blinked my eyes open, and there they
were.
The four of them.In my bed.
“Elijah!" I yelled, shoving at the golden-furred one closest to me. "Isaiah! Alex! Austin!"
They didn't budge. Alex let out a soft whine, nuzzling closer to my side, while Elijah merely cracked one eye open, looking
entirely too pleased with himself.
"You have got to be kidding me," I muttered, trying to wiggle free,
It took several minutes of pushing, prodding, and outright yelling before they finally got the hint. One by one, they jumped off the
bed, their tails wagging like this was all some kind of game.
"Out!" shouted, pointing toward the window. "All of you! Now!"
They trotted out obediently, but not without a few smug looks over their shoulders. Elijah even had the audacity to nudge my
hand with his nose on his way out, as if to say, We'll be back.
I closed the window behind them and leaned against it, my heart pounding.
"What is wrong with them?" I whispered to myself, burying my face in my hands and screaming in frustration into my pillow which
had their scent all over it.
By the time I made it to the kitchen, Mariah was already seated at the table, sipping her coffee and flipping through a magazine.

"Morning," she said without looking up.
"Morning," I mumbled, grabbing a bowl and pouring myself some cereal.
Mariah glanced at me then, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You look... flustered."
"I'm fine," I said quickly, avoiding her gaze.

She set down her mug and leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "Did something happen last night?"
"No," I said, a little too loudly.
Mariah raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.
I shoveted a spoonful of cereal into my mouth, hoping she'd drop it. But Mariah was nothing if not persistent.
"You know," she said, her tone casual but her eyes sharp, "it's okay if you're
finally coming around. Forgiving your mates and all that."
I choked on my cereal, coughing violently as my face turned bright red.
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"I'm not "I started, but Mariah cut me off with a knowing smile.
"It's about time," she said, taking another sip of her coffee. "They've been trying so hard, after all."
1 stared at her, completely mortified.
"Nothing happened," I insisted, but even to my own ears, it sounded weak.
Mariah just laughed, shaking her head. "Whatever you say, Stormi."
I spent the rest of breakfast trying to shake off Mariah's teasing, but her words stuck with me.
Forgiving them? Coming around?

Was that what it looked like?
Sure, I'd let them inside last night because of the rain, but that didn't mean I was ready to forgive them. And as for this morning...
well, that was just them being their usual annoying selves.
Right?
Still, as much as I tried to convince myself otherwise, a small part of me couldn't deny that things felt... different.
They were still infuriating, but the anger I'd carried for so long had started to fade. And when I thought about the way they'd
curled up around me, their warmth and presence lulling me back to sleep, I couldn't help but feel a little conflicted.
But no.
I couldn't let them off the hook that easily.
They had to earn my forgiveness.
As I got up to rinse my bowl, Mariah leaned back in her chair, her smile widening.

"You know," she said, "it's kind of sweet, in a way. How much they care about you."
"They don't care about me," I muttered, drying my hands.
"Really?" Mariah said, arching an eyebrow. "Because from where I'm standing, it sure looks like they do."
I shot her a glare, but she just laughed again.
"You're impossible," I said, throwing the towel onto the counter.
"And you're in denial," Mariah shot back, smirking.
I stormed out of the kitchen, her laughter echoing behind me.
For the rest of the day at school, I planned to do my best to avoid them. I wasn't ready to face them-not after this morning
because they made me feel some kind of way. But, of course, avoiding them was easier said than done.

Everywhere I went, I felt their presence. If I stepped outside, I'd catch a glimpse of Elijah or Isaiah lingering nearby, their gazes
always watchful. And they always made sure to hover around me in all the classes we shared together. It was like they were
always there, hovering on the edge of my world, waiting for me to let them in.
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And the worst part?
A small, traitorous part of me didn't mind.
Last night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about them.
About the way they'd looked at me when I'd opened the window last night. About
the way their fur had felt under my hands, soft and warm and alive.
And about the way they'd curled up around me this morning, their presence both comforting and infuriating all at once.
What was I supposed to do with them? With this?
I sighed, putting on my shoes and staring out the window. For the first time in a long time, I felt... unsure. I was always sure about
what I wanted just like how sure I was of leaving this place once I graduated.
One thing became clear: I couldn't keep avoiding this. Whatever this was-this bond, this connection-it wasn't going away. And as
much as I hated to admit it, Mariah might've been right.
Maybe it was time to stop running.
Maybe it was time to let them in.
But not yet.
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