Deadly Nightshade MXMXM

XVI

Azrael stormed out of the twins' dormitory, his heart pounding with a mix of fury and desperation. The weight of their words echoed in his mind, each syllable a reminder of their cruel claim over him. The dark, oppressive aura of the room still clung to him, a reminder of how close he had come to breaking.

His footsteps echoed through the empty hallways as he marched back to his own dormitory. He could feel his rage boiling over, a fierce, unrelenting storm that demanded release. The idea that Kieran and Lucian viewed him as nothing more than a possession, a mere pet to be controlled and dominated, ignited a fire in him that he could no longer contain.

Slamming the door behind him, Azrael paced his small room, his hands clenched into fists. Every thought of their smug, possessive faces made his blood boil hotter. He had fought so hard to survive and prove his worth, and now, to be reduced to a plaything for the twins was an insult he couldn't tolerate.

He had done everything to prove himself, to show that he was more than just an omega, more than a mark of weakness. His struggles and sacrifices had been for nothing if he allowed them to define him in such demeaning terms. He could not, would not, let them think they could break him so easily.

"I won't be their pet,"Azrael muttered through gritted teeth, his voice filled with determination. "They want a fight? They'll get one."

He paced relentlessly, trying to channel his anger into a plan. He knew that directly confronting the twins could have dire consequences, but he also knew that he needed to stand his ground. The fear of their power was real, but the terror of losing himself to their control was far greater.

As the hours dragged on, Azrael's resolve only strengthened. He began to prepare for whatever might come next, honing his physical skills and steeling his mental fortitude. Every punch he threw against the wall, every drop of sweat he shed in training, was fueled by his anger and defiance.

The next day, Azrael walked the hallways with a new purpose. His posture was rigid, his gaze unyielding. He knew the twins were watching, their dark eyes following his every move. But instead of crumbling under their scrutiny, he embraced it. He was not going to let them see him falter.

When he was called to the twins' dormitory once again, he approached with a determined stride. The door swung open, and he stepped inside, his expression a mask of controlled fury. Kieran and Lucian were waiting, their expressions unreadable but their eyes glinting with that unsettling mix of dominance and interest.

"Azrael,"Kieran said, his voice smooth but with a sharp edge. "You've had time to think. Have you come to your senses?"

"I've come to remind you,"Azrael said, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him, "that I am not your pet. I will not bow to your demands or accept your claim over me."

Lucian's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You're a stubborn one,"he said with dark amusement. "But stubbornness doesn't change reality."

"And what's the reality?"Azrael challenged, stepping closer, his anger giving him courage. "That I'm just a possession to be controlled? That I have no say in my own life?"

"Precisely,"Kieran said, his tone icy. "But if you insist on fighting us, be prepared for the consequences. We don't take kindly to defiance."

Azrael's heart pounded, but he stood firm. "I'd rather face your consequences than lose myself to your control,"he said, his voice unwavering.   "I will not let you break me. Not now, not ever."

The twins exchanged glances, their expressions shifting to one of grudging respect mixed with dark amusement.

"Very well,"Lucian said, his voice a low, dangerous whisper."Let the games continue. We'll see how long your defiance lasts."

As Azrael left the twins' dormitory, the air felt charged with tension. The battle lines had been drawn, and he was determined to hold his ground. He knew that standing up to the twins would come with risks, but the cost of submission was far greater.

In the dark, twisted world of the academy, Azrael's fight for autonomy was only beginning. The twins' dominance was a formidable force, but his own spirit and determination were equally strong. As he walked through the dimly lit corridors, he steeled himself for whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that his defiance was the only thing standing between him and a life of unyielding submission.