Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 197 - 195: You murdered my father

Laila sniffed again, rubbing her face against his chest like she used to when they were kids. Then, muffled but very clear, she said..."So... if you keep chasing every guy away from me like this..."

Eryx frowned slightly, knowing anything about to come out of her mouth is distruction. "Laila..."

"—will you marry me instead?"

He froze.

Pulled back just enough to look at her face. Her eyes were red, her lashes wet, her nose pink, but there it was a familiar wicked glint. The one that meant she was half–serious and fully annoying.

"...What?" he said flatly.

She tilted her head, completely unfazed. "I mean, think about it. You’re already so overprotective. You glare at men that approach me. You fight them. You scare them off. That’s basically husband duties."

He stared at her like she’d lost her damn mind.

"Moon goddess help me," he muttered. "You’re unhinged."

She smiled wider. "Is that a yes or a ’convince me later’?"

Eryx flicked her forehead lightly. "You’re a complete diot."

"Ow!" she yelped, then laughed despite herself. "You didn’t say no, though."

He groaned, pulling her back into his arms, ruffling her hair making her giggle. "I hate you so much."

"And, I hate you more." she sang.

He sighed against her hair, in defeat.

The moment Oliver stepped out of the bathroom, Jianna who was already leaning against the doorframe, her eyes dragging over him slowly, like she was memorizing every inch.

He didn’t even get the chance to speak. She surged forward and crushed her lips against his.

The kiss was hard, all pent-up hunger and frustration. Oliver froze for half a second before responding, his hands finding her instinctively as he kissed her back with the same force. Their mouths moved against each other in a messy, breathless clash, teeth brushing, breaths tangling.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her effortlessly off the floor. Jianna gasped into his mouth, the sound soft and startled, but she didn’t pull away, she clung to him instead, her fingers digging into his shoulders as if grounding herself.

They stumbled together toward the bed, their lips never parting as the kisses grew rougher. Each movement felt heated, like they were pouring weeks of tension into every press of their mouths.

When he finally lowered her onto the mattress, he broke the kiss resting his forehead on her. Then he kissed her again, harder this time. One of his hands came up to grab her breasts, and a soft moan slipped from Jianna’s lips before she could stop it.

Oliver swept his tongue over her bottom lip, teeth catching it in a brief,bite it teasingly before he kissed her again.

Jianna was already lost. Her fingers slid into his damp hair, clutching him like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

He continued kneading her breasts while his other hand roamed over her body, drawing another arch from her back as she pressed into the bed beneath her.

That hand kept moving, then, in one swift motion, he flipped them, rolling so that Jianna straddled him, his back hitting the mattress without breaking the kiss.

Jianna pulled back just long enough to smile before sealing her lips to his again. She moved her hips against him, the towel between them doing nothing to dull the friction.

Oliver forced a groaned. His hand slid to her back, gripping her firmly before he slapped her ass.

Jianna moaned in response.

His hands moved higher, just enough for him to search for the gun. But he couldn’t find it.

Shit, he cursed inwardly.

In one smooth movement, he flipped them again, careful not to break the kiss, clearly determined not to alert her. His hands moved quickly now, checking the shelf. Nothing. He opened the drawer. Still nothing.

Then Jianna broke the kiss.

"Are you looking for this?" she asked lightly, pointing the gun straight at his head.

Oliver froze.

Oliver’s breath hitched. "N–no," he said quickly.

His eyes flicked from the gun to her face, then away. "I wasn’t... I didn’t mean—"

Jianna’s lips curved slowly, unimpressed, but she didn’t lower the gun. If anything, her grip tightened around it.

"Don’t insult me," she said coolly. "You were searching. You just didn’t expect me to be smarter than you."

Oliver swallowed hard. "Jianna, listen to me. You’ve got it wrong. I swear—"

"I don’t," she cut in sharply.

Her voice hardened as she pressed the gun harder against his head.

Sweat beaded along Oliver’s temples, trickling down his face.

"I know everything, Oliver."

He froze.

"I know what you’ve been planning. I know what you were hoping would happen once I got careless," she continued, her tone deadly calm.

"I know about the looks you give when you think I’m not watching. The hesitation."

She tilted her head, studying him like a puzzle she’d already solved. "Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?" she asked softly. "That I wouldn’t prepare? That I’d just drop my gun and trust you like some lovesick fool?"

Oliver laughed, then rolled his eyes. "You left me with no choice, Jianna," he said coldly. "What exactly did you expect? That I’d suddenly fall in love with you overnight? That I’d want to touch your disgusting body?"

Jianna’s face twisted, rage flashing in her eyes.

"You dared play me?"

"And you dared murder my father and still expect love from his son," Oliver snapped back.

The words barely left his mouth before he moved.

He lunged, grabbing her wrist, the one holding the gun, trying to twist it away. Jianna reacted instantly. The gun fired, the shot tearing into the ceiling as they struggled violently on the bed.

They crashed against the mattress, their limbs tangled forcefully that his towel slipping loose in the chaos. Oliver used his strength, forcing her wrists upward, muscles straining as he tried to overpower her.

But Jianna wasn’t panicking. She shifted her weight sharply, using leverage instead of force. Her knee slammed into his side. He grunted, his grip loosening just enough. And that was all she needed.

She twisted her wrist, dislocating his hold with a sharp snap of movement, then drove the gun down hard against his jaw.

Oliver cried out, stumbling back off the bed. By the time he regained his balance, he was standing, bare, exposed, breathing hard.

Jianna rose slowly from the mattress, gun steady in her hand, her eyes blazing. "You really thought those stupid muscles would save you?" she said, her voice shaking with fury. "I don’t survive by being weak, Oliver."