The Omega Mated To The Four

The Alpha Bond 130 The night was quiet, the kind of silence that wrapped itself around you like a blanket. Only the distant hoot of an owl and the rustling of leaves in the soft breeze filled the air. The moon, a luminous silver orb, hung high in the sky, casting its glow over the castle grounds.

I stood at the edge of the balcony, my arms resting against the cold stone railing as I gazed at the night sky. The moon had always been a source of comfort for me, a silent witness to my thoughts, my battles, and my heartaches. But tonight, it felt different. It felt heavier as if the weight of everything I carried had begun pressing down on my chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Tomorrow, they would leave. The journey to find the Lunar Keystone would begin. A journey that would determine the fate of my kind.

A cold gust of wind blew past, sending a shiver down my spine, but I barely noticed. My thoughts were tangled, shifting between fear and determination, between duty and uncertainty.

Footsteps echoed behind me, soft but steady. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. His presence was familiar, and warm, even before he spoke.

"Elijah." He cto stand beside me, resting his hands on the stone railing. His gaze wasn't on the sky but on me. "You've been quiet all night." I exhaled slowly, the cool air filling my lungs. "Just thinking." Elijah tilted his head slightly, studying me. "About?" I didn't answer right away. Instead, I let my fingers trail against the stone as if the texture could ground my thoughts. "Everything," I admitted finally. "The mission. The riddle. The fact that I have to lead all of us into something none of us fully understand." Elijah was silent for a moment before he shifted closer, his arm brushing against mine. "It's a lot," he said softly.

I let out a short, humorless laugh. "That's an understatement." He didn't argue. We stood there for a while, side by side, neither needing to fill the silence with meaningless words. The wind rustled through the trees, the scent of damp earth and night jasmine lingering in the air.

I finally turned to look at him, my brows furrowing slightly. "Are you scared?" Elijah didn't answer immediately. He looked out at the horizon as if searching for something in the darkness. "Yes," he admitted, his voice quiet but steady. "Not for myself. But for you. For all of us." I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. "Same." Elijah turned toward her, his expression unreadable. "Stormi, you don't have to carry all of this alone." "I do," I said instinctively, but even as the words left my lips, I knew they weren't entirely true.

"No, you don't," Elijah countered, his voice firm. "You're our leader, yes. But we're in this together." He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "You don't always have to be strong. You don't always have to have the answers. It's okay to be scared." I clenched my jaw, looking away. "If I let myself be scared, I might beak." "Then break," Elijah said, stepping in front of me. "And we'll put you back together. That's what we're here for." 1/3 Chapter 124 I met his gaze, searching for any trace of doubt. There was none. Only certainty. Only unwavering belief.

My breath hitched as Elijah lifted a hand, his fingers gently tracing along my jaw before tilting my chin upward. "Stormi," he murmured, his voice softer now, gentler. "You are not alone." The words should have felt obvious. But they weren't. They were something I hadn't realized I needed to hear. My heart pounded against my ribs, not from fear but from something else entirely. Something that made my chest tighten and my pulse race.

"Elijah..." I whispered, but I wasn't sure what I was about to say.

Elijah didn't move away. Instead, he closed the distance between them, his forehead resting against mine. His warmth, his steady presence, surroundedlike a shield against the storm brewing inside me.

"We'll do this together," he vowed.

I closed my eyes, letting the weight of those words settle deep in my soul. He meant it. Every syllable. Every breath.

I had spent so much of my life fighting, surviving, and standing alone even when I was surrounded by others. But here, at this moment, I wasn't alone.

I tilted my face slightly, and before I could second-guess myself, Elijah's lips met mine.

The kiss was slow, deliberate, and filled with a thousand silent promises.

Promises of support, of devotion, of standing beside each other through whatever was to come.

His lips were warm against mine, his touch firm yet gentle. There was no rush, no urgency only the quiet understanding that this moment meant something.

Elijah's fingers slid into my hair, cradling the back of my head as if l were something precious: My hands found his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt, grounding myself in him.

The world around them faded. The looming mission, the uncertainty the weight of responsibility-it all melted Rfre away in the soft press of his lips against mine. When we finally pulled apart, our breaths mingled in the cool night air.

Elijah smiled, his thumb brushing lightly against my cheek. "You don't always have to be a warrior, you know." I let out a shaky breath, a small smile ghosting my lips. "Before this my life never really had meaning but now, I don't know how to be anything else." He chuckled softly. "Then letremind you." I didn't answer, but I didn't have to. The way I leaned into him, the way I let myself rest in his embrace, spoke louder than words.

Tomorrow, the battle would begin. Tomorrow, the weight of the work would press down on my shoulders once more.

But tonight, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, I let myself just believe in the promise of being together after we get rid of the shadow weaver