Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 159 - 157: Oliver is dead

Confident?" he said lazily. "Baby, if I wanted to be confident..." His eyes held hers as his tone dipped into something wicked. "You would be beneath me by now... screaming, ’Don’t stop, Zrael... fuck me, baby.’"

He even dared mimicked her voice.

Athena’s eyes widened instantly, heat rushing to her face before she could stop it.

"What the fuck?" She smacked his chest lightly, mortified and flustered. "Don’t say stuff like that!"

"Why?" His grin deepened, eyes roaming her flushed face with clear satisfaction. "I like your face like this."

His voice lowered into something dangerous. "It makes me want to do dangerous things to you."

Athena’s breath caught. Her racing heart did absolutely nothing to help the heat curling through her body, settling low and heavy.

She’d been horny since the moment he marked her, but now it was unbearable. Every second made it worse. She hated how aware she was of him. Of herself. Of the way her body reacted without permission.

She wondered. Was he feeling it too?

Because right now, all she wanted was to grab his face and crash her mouth into his, and drown in it.

The need was sharp, frightening in its intensity. She’d been attracted to him before. She’d liked him. But this?

This was something else entirely. It consumed her. Clouded everything. Leaving no room for anything but him.

As if he knew exactly where her thoughts had gone, his hand adjusted on her ass, firm and possessive, holding her right where he wanted her.

"Athena..." His voice softened, just enough to be dangerous. "Is it okay... if I say I want to fuck you?"

Her lungs forgot how to work. Her heart slammed wildly against her ribs as if trying to escape her chest altogether.

She stared at him, stunned, breathless, completely undone.

"I... I..." Her voice wobbled. "What do you mean?" She swallowed hard.

Azrael leaned in, his face so close she could feel his breath brush her lips.

"I mean," he said quietly, deliberately, "I want to fuck you." His eyes never left hers. "My wolf wants to claim you fully."

Athena swallowed hard as her heart thundered violently against her ribs, so loud she was certain he could hear it. She stared at his face, at the sharp cut of his jaw, the intensity burning in those electric blue eyes... And fuck, he was impossible to resist.

What made it worse was the truth coiling low in her stomach, she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

Her gaze betrayed her again, slipping from his eyes to his lips, then darting back up like she’d been caught stealing something forbidden. Those lips. The same ones that teased her, challenged her, promised things without ever saying them out loud.

Azrael felt the subtle shift in her breathing, the unconscious way her body leaned into his. He pulled her closer, his grip on her ass tightened, anchoring her there. His focus narrowed entirely to her mouth, watching every tiny movement, the way she bit her lower lip, the hitch in her breath, the frantic rhythm of her heart.

He was just about to seal their lips, when...

Beep.

Athena rolled her eyes in frustration as her phone sounded.

Azrae on the other hand didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her lips as he murmured, "Ignore it."

"It might be important," Athena said, though even she didn’t sound convinced.

Reluctantly, he loosened his hold. Her feet slid down until they touched the cold floor, her back brushing the wall as the space between them barely opened. He still had her caged, his hands resting possessively on her waist, his eyes locked on her like she might disappear if he looked away.

"Come on... husband," she teased softly.

Azrael smiled like a complete fool, then nodded, finally stepping back and releasing her entirely.

Athena turned and walked toward the dressing table where her phone lay. A soft smile playing on her lips. The moment she picked it up, her brows furrowed.

A message, from an unknown number.

Who the fuck is this now?

It better not be Adrianna playing one of her stupid games again.

She tapped the message. And her entire body went rigid.

Her hands trembled so violently the phone nearly slipped from her fingers the moment the images loaded.

Oliver lay shirtless in a pool of blood.

Her mind went completely blanked. Tears flooded her vision as she stared at the photo, her chest tightening until it felt like it would split open.

Just as Athena felt herself unravel completely, the phone began to ring.

Her entire body shook. She didn’t know whether to answer or throw the phone away. What if he’s dead? What if this is a prank? 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

But who would play this kind of prank on her?

Azrael noticed the change in her posture immediately. And the way her breath came in sharp, broken pulls.

He stepped closer. "What’s wrong?" he murmured when he was close enough to feel the frantic beat of her heart.

Athena didn’t answer. She pressed the call button and lifted the phone to her ear.

Azrael’s brows furrowed deeply, her heartbeat was loud enough that he could hear it.

"H-Hello," Athena managed, her voice trembling.

"How has life been treating you, my dear?" the voice on the other end purred. "Cruel, I bet."

All the color drained from Athena’s face.

"Did you get the gift I sent you?" Jianna asked, excitement lacing her tone.

Athena’s grip tightened around the phone as her vision blurred completely. Her breathing turned ragged, each breath hurting more than the last.

"Oh," Jianna continued lightly, "you’re too shocked to talk. I understand, my love. Anyone would be."

"Where is Oliver?" Athena whispered, tears spilling freely now.

Azrael heart clenched so violently he thought it might shatter. His throat burned as he swallowed hard, dragging a hand through his hair just to keep himself steady.

Why was he feeling her pain? It must be the mate bond messing with him.

"Didn’t I tell you, Athena," Jianna laughed cruelly, "that I was craving the blood of someone you couldn’t let go of? I took it. Your dear Oliver is gone.