Deadly Nightshade MXMXM

XIX

Azrael lay curled up on his bed, the pain from the twins' cruel teasing still burning through his senses. His body was on fire, and his mind was a haze of confusion and torment. The relentless touches, the taunts, and the degradation had left him not just physically exhausted but emotionally shattered. It felt like the world was closing in on him, the heat within him a searing reminder of his vulnerability.

The reality of his situation became agonizingly clear as his body started to betray him. He was entering heat—a state that every omega dreaded in this hellish environment. The intense desire and relentless heat surged through him, making it almost impossible to think clearly. His body was screaming for relief, and the oppressive need was turning his pain into a living nightmare.

Panic set in as he realized the full extent of his predicament. The heat was uncontrollable, making him an easy target for anyone who might sense his heightened state. He had to find a way to get to the nurse's office—his only chance to get some form of relief and suppress his heat before he became vulnerable to the predatory eyes of his peers.

Gathering every ounce of strength he had left, Azrael stumbled out of his dormitory. His legs felt like lead, each step an agonizing effort as he struggled to stay upright. The hallways of the school seemed to stretch endlessly before him, each moment an agonizing reminder of his desperate need for relief.

As he made his way to the nurse's office, the walls seemed to close in on him, and his breath came in ragged gasps. His mind was a whirlwind of panic and desperation. He had to get there—he couldn't afford to be caught in this state. The fear of the twins discovering him in such a condition only added to his urgency.

Finally, he reached the nurse's office, his hands trembling as he pushed open the door. The nurse, an elderly woman with a stern but compassionate demeanor, looked up from her desk, her eyes widening in concern as she took in Azrael's disheveled and pained appearance.

"Azrael! What's wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Azrael could barely form words through the haze of pain and desire. "I-I'm in heat. I need something to suppress it. Please..." His voice was a strained whisper, each word a struggle as he fought against the overwhelming sensations coursing through him.

The nurse moved quickly, her practiced hands retrieving a vial of suppressant from a cabinet. She handed it to Azrael with a look of sympathy. "This should help you manage your heat. Take it now, and it should start working shortly."

Azrael took the vial with shaking hands and downed the contents in one gulp. Almost immediately, he felt a slight easing of the unbearable heat within him. It was a temporary reprieve, but it gave him a sliver of hope. As the suppressant began to take effect, he sank into a nearby chair, his exhaustion evident in every line of his body.

As he waited for the suppressant to fully take effect, Azrael's thoughts swirled with confusion and despair. The twins—Kieran and Lucian—were his mates, a revelation that had struck him like a cruel twist of fate. The realization brought with it a deep sense of betrayal and sadness. How could the ones who tormented him be the very ones destined to be his mates?

The thought of being bound to them in such an intimate and profound way was almost too much to bear. The twins' sadistic pleasure in his suffering had been clear, and the idea of them being his mates seemed like a sick joke from fate. Azrael's mind was a storm of despair as he tried to come to terms with the truth of his situation.

Azrael was seated in the nurse's office, feeling the gradual effects of the suppressant as it worked to quell the fiery heat coursing through his veins. However, its soothing powers did little to alleviate the emotional whirlwind raging inside him. He found himself overwhelmed by the suffocating burden of his predicament and the slowly dawning realization of his unbreakable bond with the twins who had relentlessly tormented him.