Deadly Nightshade MXMXM

XXV

Azrael had only ever seen the twins' quarters, the place where he'd been holed up for hours, But beyond those walls, the pack grounds were a mystery.

He could feel the eyes on him as he entered the pack's territory earlier, the curious and judgmental stares burning into his skin.

No one seemed to know who he was or what he was doing there, and Azrael couldn't help but feel exposed.

Finally, after what felt like hours of silence, the twins decided to take him out of their quarters and into the heart of their pack—the main hall.

The walk there was tense, the air heavy with unspoken words and emotions.
Azrael's mind raced, trying to prepare himself for what awaited him.

As they descended the grand staircase into the main hall, Azrael's heart skipped a beat.

Two handsome, petite boys were running towards them, their delicate features highlighted by the soft glow of the hall's chandeliers. Their skin was smooth and flawless, their eyes bright and filled with a kind of excitement that made Azrael's stomach churn.

At first, he thought they were running towards him, and a flicker of warmth sparked within him. But as they drew closer, it became painfully clear that their destination wasn't him at all.

The boys, clearly omegas, flung themselves at the twins, their faces lighting up with adoration.

Azrael's heart sank, his confidence shattering like glass. He hadn't thought it would matter, not really, but seeing the way the omegas fawned over the twins, the way they seemed to fit perfectly into the scene, made him question everything. For a moment, he felt utterly invisible, his presence nothing more than an afterthought.

He stood there, trying to mask the hurt and the rising self-doubt. His mind betrayed him, conjuring insecurities he had tried to bury. He had never considered himself pretty, never thought much of his own appearance or worth. But in that moment, watching the twins interact with these perfect, untouched omegas, he felt like everything he had with them was teetering on the edge of ruin.

What if they found out? What if they realized he was damaged, impure, not the flawless omega they might desire?

The thoughts gnawed at him, making him feel small, insignificant. His mind spiraled, questioning his value, his place, and whether he even belonged there at all.

He tried to pull himself out of his thoughts, forcing himself back to reality, but the scene before him was like a dagger to the heart. The omegas were flirting shamelessly, their voices sweet and melodic as they showered the twins with compliments.

"Oh, Kieran, your strength is unmatched," one omega purred, his fingers grazing Kieran's arm.

"And Lucian," the other omega chimed in, "you're so calm, so composed... it's intoxicating."

The twins remained stoic, their expressions unreadable, not giving away anything. But their silence did nothing to soothe the growing ache in Azrael's chest.

He tried to keep his expression neutral, to show that he wasn't affected by the display. But the more he tried to convince himself it didn't matter, the more it hurt. He wanted to be indifferent, to brush it off as nothing, but every smile the omegas gave, every touch they stole, cut him deeper.

Then one of the omegas, his voice dripping with sweetness, said something that shattered the fragile wall Azrael had tried to build around his heart.

"I can't wait to be married to you," the omega said, his eyes flicking to Kieran, a coy smile on his lips.

The words hit Azrael like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless and reeling. He wanted to scream, to lash out, but he stood there, frozen, the weight of the moment crushing him.

As the room spun around him, Azrael realized that everything he feared, everything he tried to ignore, was crashing down on him. The confidence he had built, the fragile sense of belonging, it all felt like it was slipping away.

And in that moment, as the world blurred around him.