The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty Six
I woke with a gasp, my heart pounding in my chest. For a moment, couldn't tell where I was, the memory of the dream clinging to
me like a heavy fog.
My hands gripped the blanket tightly, and I stared up at the ceiling my breath coming in shallow bursts. It had felt so real-the fear,
the pain, the desperation.
I sat up slowly, pressing a hand to my chest as 1 tried to steady myself. The memory of the boy's face lingered, his dark eyes
filled with a mixture of courage and heartbreak.
"What was that?" I whispered to myself, my voice shaking.
It wasn't just a dream. I knew that with a certainty that made my stomach churn. It was something more-something tied to the
riddles, to the Moon Goddess, to the lineage I was only beginning to understand.
Who was that boy? Was he part of my family? And if so, what had happened to him? To the grandfather who had sacrificed
himself?
The faint smell of cedarwood and musk filled my senses. A scent I knew allk too well, Elijah. The bed beneath me was softer
than anything I had ever felt before, and for a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. But then the hum of voices reached my
ears, pulling me fully into consciousness. My body ached, and my head felt like it had been through a storm, but I managed to
blink my
eyes open.
Iwasn't in my cabin. The familiar luxurious furnishings and the dark wooden accents told me I was in Elijah's room. standing near
the edge of the bed was a small group of people, their faces etched with worry.
Mariah was the first to notice I was awake. She let out a soft gasp, her green eyes shining with relief. "Stormi!" she exclaimed,

rushing to my side and wrapping me in a tight hug before I could even sit up properly.
“Careful,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. My body protested every movement, but I couldn't focus on the pain. My mind was
racing, replaying the vivid dream-or memory-I had seen.

"Are you okay?" Mariah asked, pulling back to examine me. Her hands cupped my face as she studied me closely, her usual
stern demeanor replaced with tender concern.
"I'm fine," I replied, trying to steady my voice. "I saw it, Mariah. They survived."
The room grew silent. I could feel the weight of their stares as my words sunk in. Eira, the witch who had been helping us
decode the riddle, exchanged a glance with Elijah, who stood near the door. Alex and Isaiah, both seated nearby, stiffened, their
expressions unreadable.
Mariah frowned. "What do you mean, Stormi? Who survived?"
I took a deep breath, pushing myself up into a sitting position despite the sharp ache in my ribs. "My ancestors. The boy and the
girl-they survived. Which means my parents... they might still be alive."
The words came out in a rush, filled with hope and desperation. My chest
tightened as I looked around the room, hoping someone would confirm what I was saying.
"You saw this in your vision?" Eira asked, stepping closer. Her voice was calm, but there was a flicker of curiosity and unease in
her
eyes.
I nodded. "It wasn't just a vision. It felt real, like I was living through it. The boy said our grandfather told them to run, and they
did. They survived the attack, Eira.
If they made it, then my parents they could be out there somewhere,"
A tense silence followed my declaration. Mariah shifted uncomfortably, avoiding
my gaze, while Elijah's jaw tightened. Something
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wasn't right.

"I have to find them," I said firmly, looking directly at Elijah and then at Mariah. "If there's a chance they're alive, I have to go
i looking for them maybe they know more about this riddle I keep heating."
"Stormi," Elijah began, his voice gentle but hesitant, "Maybe we should take things one step at a time="
"No!" I snapped, cutting him off. My hands balled into fists on the blankets. "I can't just sit here and do nothing. If they're alive, I
did to find them, maybe they can help me understand. maybe they know what the riddle ineans, and-"
"Enough," Mariah interrupted, her tone sharp but not unkind. She straightened her back, exuding the authority she rarely used on
me. "Everyone, leave the room. I need to speak with Stormi alone."
I frowned, my heart sinking. What was she trying to hide?
"Mariah-"
"Please," she insisted, her voice softer this time.
Reluctantly, everyone began to file out. Elijah gave me a lingering look, his lips pressed into a thin line, before following the
others out. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving just Mariah and me in the quiet room.
Mariah crossed the room slowly, her expression unreadable. When she finally stopped in front of me, she sighed and sat down
on the edge of the bed.
"Stormi," she began, her voice heavy with something I couldn't quite place-guilt, maybe? "There's something I need to tell you.
Something I've kept from you for a long time."
My heart pounded in my chest. "What are you talking about?"
Mariah looked at me, her green eyes shimmering with an emotion I couldn't decipher. "I know who your parents are."
The air seemed to still around us. My breath caught in my throat as her words sank in. "You... you know who they are?"
She nodded slowly.
"Then where are they?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and anger. "Why didn't you tell me this before? Where
are they, Mariah?!"

Mariah reached for my hand, but I pulled it back, glaring at her. She flinched at my reaction but didn't back down.
"They're dead, Stormi," she said softly, her words hitting me like a blow to the chest.
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