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Chapter 25 - Chapter Twenty-Five

Soraya's POV

Hot~

I thought, tugging at whatever fabric in front of me and pushing it aside. 

It was so hot. 

I moaned, turning slightly only to let out a wince. 

I cracked my eyes open, pain shooting up my limbs.

Even in my fog-like haze, the pain felt so much, I didn't dare to move. 

From the corner of my eyes, I took sight of my environment, seeing I had been brought into my room. 

The very same one I had been caged in.

However it was different. Perhaps it was some kind of punishment, the room had been stripped clean making it desolate. 

~Mates…

Jada whined, the haze in my head intensifying along with my heat. 

My body burned, my skin going red visible to the naked eyes. 

Unconsciously, I moved, trying to sit up, only for unimaginable pain to shoot through my limbs. 

"Mmn," I hummed painfully, my voice bothering on a whine. 

It hurts. 

It hurts as hell. 

I thought, my hands shaking as I was forced to sit up. 

The task alone was daunting, but once I did, a cold sweat ran down my back. 

I looked down at my body, noting my nakedness. 

~Mates…

Jada whined again, scratching at the back of my head, that awful feeling of emptiness rearing its head. 

Heat slammed in full force, causing my pheromones to release in the air— a mechanism meant to lure our mates in. 

Unfortunately, none of our mates were around, making me feel even more awful. 

My skin quickly turned red, as the heat sent me in a haze, arousal clouding my senses. 

Despite the pain I could feel, I stretched my leg over the bed, trying to get off. 

In my haze, I failed to calculate how high the bed was, sending me crashing to the floor like a sack. 

I fell limb first on my left shoulder, a questionable, painful popping sound filling the air as I did. 

My mouth opened in a silent scream, as I clutched my shoulder. 

Tears slipped past my eyes like a broken dam, bordering on a sob. 

It hurts so much, all I wanted was to curl in and cry myself to sleep, but my body didn't give me that luxury. 

My heart came with a vengeance, shooting through me. 

Painfully, I dug my nails to the ground, my left shoulder screaming at me as I did. I feared I might have broken a bone, but at this state I couldn't care less. 

I crawled all the way to the door and back, my nails bloodied and filled with dirt as I did. 

I pounded on the door, scratching at it, trying to call onto my mates. 

For minutes I scratched at it, hoping one of them would show up, and despite my efforts, they never did show up. 

 I heard voices from behind the door, belonging to the guards, and like always, they ignored me. 

My heart clenched painfully, a hollow feeling clawing its way in my chest.

Tired, I crawled my way back to the bed, stopping beneath the wooden frame which looked about ready to give out. 

Every cell in my body burned with heat and pain, causing tears to well in my eyes. 

My body shook as another wave of both came crashing down, but this time it turned violent. 

"Ugh," I spat out bitter water, as nausea rushed up my throat. 

My body shook again, as I threw up again, and again, the putrid smell of vomit circulating in the air. 

"What's wrong with me?" I muttered weakly, dragging myself away from the vomit.

I crawled to a corner, lying tiredly, as tears started spilling out. 

I felt like shit. 

The taste of bile lingered on my tongue, and I could feel slick running down my thighs slowly. 

Was I dying?

The thought had barely sunk in when the door suddenly opened, the unique scent of my mate Lucen hitting my nose. 

Immediately he walked in, Lucen froze, his eyes moving from me to the mess I created. 

I could see the questions swirling in his dark pools, but I didn't pay them any mind. 

His scent was beautiful. 

~Mate.

Jada quickly called out, my heart returning in full force as Lucen's scent mixed in the air. 

"Please… mate…" I stretched out my hands towards him, shamelessly spreading my legs as I lowered my head in submission. 

Lucen didn't move for a while, causing me to panic.

Did I do something wrong? I thought, close to tears. 

All omegas were submitted before their mate so they could claim them. 

Did I not get it right? 

Tears slipped past my eyes in fear of angering him when I felt his arms wrap around me. 

My tears dried up instantly. I looked up, meeting his gaze already on me. "Be still. Let's get you to the infirmary."

I had no idea what he meant, but as an obedient omega, I obeyed his command. 

He carried me out of the room, walking down the huge hallways with me in his arms. 

My wolf felt giddy at that. At the thought that our mate was publicly carrying us. 

The door to our right opened, and before anyone could come out, the scent of our second mate, Draven hit me, causing me to preen eagerly as he emerged. 

Like his brother had been, he stood stunned at the sight of us. "What's going on?"

His confusion was thick.

Lucen sighed. "I met her like this." 

I stayed silent, breathing heavily on their scents. 

However that became a problem, as my heart crashed in.

My mind went blank, as I stretched out to Draven, letting out a desperate whine. "Please… fuck me…"

I begged, almost thrashing in Lucen's arms, but his grip on me was solid.

"Take her over there now." I heard Draven say, as they started moving. 

I had no idea what was happening anymore. 

My system shut down on me, as we arrived at the infirmary. 

I thrashed around even more, clawing for them to take me. "Please—" I cried, "it hurts." 

"Doctor Daniel." Lucen called worriedly, but I guessed I heard wrong. "Come help her, we have no idea what's wrong with her."

A young man in his thirties appeared as Lucen dropped me to the bed, his gloves hands reaching for me, causing me to scream, backing away from him. 

"Don't touch me." I flailed, trying to bury myself in Lucen's arms. "Don't come close to me!"

His scent was bad, causing my wolf and I to panic. 

The young doctor raised his hands to the air in surrender, his eyes never leaving me. "It's okay, I won't touch you." He said gently, but I didn't believe him. 

I clutched at Lucen and Draven's clothes, looking warily at the stinky smelling man. 

My wolf and I watched on with apprehension, as the man reached for a syringe. "How long has she been like this?"

"I don't know. I only came in to see her in this state." Lucen explained, holding me still. 

Draven stayed silent, observing the situation, but letting me clutch his clothes. 

"I would have asked you both to leave, but it seems like the omega is unwilling since she is in heat." He announced, like that it wasn't already news to everyone. 

Every omega experienced heats differently. 

Some liked to nest during that period, or some liked to be everywhere around their mates. 

Ever since I hit puberty and developed as an omega, I had never for once had heats before. 

My first time was arriving in the palace, leaving me confused and vulnerable and unable to identify which type of omega I was. 

Although I wasn't in my right senses, seeing my aversion towards the doctor who appeared to be a gamma, I knew I was the type who followed their mates around, wanting nothing but their scents. 

… But would my mates allow me to stay by their side?

The thought made me sad, my vision blurring with tears. 

Ever since I came in here, I was always tormented by them. Even now with a bout of clarity that I felt, I knew the reality. 

It's why I wanted to be strong. I wanted to leave their shirts, but for some reason, thinking about it was easier said than done. 

I felt ashamed about that. 

"Please hold her still for me." The doctor's words snapped me back. 

I blinked, seeing the man now standing before me with a huge shiny needle. 

Dark memories from the time I had been in the dungeon rushed in my head, causing me to struggle. 

"No!" I cried, feeling their huge palms hold my arms and legs in place despite my struggling. 

"This won't hurt much omega." He tried reassuring me but I'd be a fool to listen to that. 

I locked eyes with Draven, pleading with my gaze. 

He looked straight into my eyes emotionlessly. 

I felt a light prick at the side of my arm, the doctor stepping back at once. 

The arms around me disappeared, but I had never felt so betrayed in my life. 

The doctor poked at my shoulder, no doubt discovering the bruise. 

I turned my back at them, sniffling when I heard the doctor's steady voice. 

"What happened to her?" He asked, turning serious. "And don't any of you lie." 

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