Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 160 - 158: Drunk Eryx
Chapter 160: Chapter 158: Drunk Eryx
Azrael’s head snapped up. His eyes widened as he stared at Athena.
Oliver... dead?
Her boyfriend?
And this woman was saying it so casually, so proudly.
Athena’s legs gave out completely. Azrael lunged forward just in time, catching her and sinking down with her, pulling her tightly into his arms.
"You can’t challenge me, Athena," Jianna added calmly before ending the call.
The moment the line went dead, something inside Athena broke.
A sharp gasp slipped from her mouth, then a terrifying scream echoed through the room.
Azrael held her tighter, ignoring the ache tearing through his own chest, and the lump burning in his throat.
"Let it out," he whispered hoarsely. "Viper... just let it out."
She fought against his hold, her body shaking violently as sobs tore from her throat.
"You can’t do this to me."
"Oliver..." she cried, words stumbling over each other. "You can’t leave me like that. You promised we’d burn pancakes together..."nHer voice dissolved into broken sobs.
Jealousy flickered in Azrael’s chest... but it was swallowed instantly by something heavier. Right now, none of his feelings mattered. Only hers.
He held her for hours, murmuring soft, steady words into her hair until her cries faded into weak, trembling breaths. Until exhaustion finally pulled her into a slumber.
Carefully, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently, turning away to grab something to wear, but her hand caught his. With weak grib, she tugged him back.
Azrael understood what she meant immediately. He slipped beneath the duvet and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her small body against his chest.
Athena buried her face into him as fresh tears soaked his skin.
"Oliver didn’t do anything wrong," she whispered. "He was such a kind soul."
Azrael tightened his hold slightly. "Who was that woman you were talking to?" he asked quietly.
Athena went still.
For a long moment, she said nothing. Then she took a shaky breath. "My mother," she murmured.
Azrael froze.
His arms loosened slightly as shock rippled through him. What kind of mother would murder her daughter’s boyfriend? The woman’s amused voice, echoed in his head.
He looked down at his mate. She looked drained, fragile, crushed under a weight no one should have to bear. Her tears wouldn’t stop, no matter how gently he wiped them away.
"Do you know the worst part, Azrael?" she sobbed. "I’ll never see Oliver again. Just like Dad. He’s gone." She broke again.
Azrael pressed a kiss to her forehead and held her closer. "I’m so sorry, my love," he whispered. "I promise... you won’t go through this kind of pain again. And as for your mother... I’ll make her pay."
Athena’s head snapped up instantly. "No!" Panic flooded her face as she shook her head. "Don’t do anything. You don’t know her... she’ll kill you too. I can’t lose you as well. Please... please don’t."
"I won’t," Azrael said firmly when she wouldn’t stop shaking. "I won’t do anything."
"Please," she begged again. "You can’t die too."
He nodded, forcing a small smile. "I won’t die. I plan on living a long, healthy life... with you. And our babies."
Her cheeks flushed faintly at that. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before burying her face back against his chest, clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping her together.
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Alpha Roland sat at the head of the long dining table, his posture rigid, his presence commanding the room even in silence. Beside him sat his wife, Seraphina, composed as always, her hands neatly folded in her lap. Opposite her was Henry, her stepson, casually leaning back in his chair with an air of entitlement. Laila sat beside her mother.
The dining table was lavish, filled with an array of beautifully prepared dishes, each one carefully cooked by Laila herself. She owned one of the biggest restaurants in France, and tonight’s meal reflected both her talent and pride.
A small, hopeful smile curved her lips as she glanced at her mother. "Mom, do you like it?"
Seraphina returned the smile warmly. "How could I not?" she said gently. "When it was made by the number one best cook in France."
Before the moment could settle, Henry scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes as he reached for his cutlery.
"What’s so special about cooking?" he said dismissively. "All women can cook. That’s what they’re meant to do—stay in the kitchen."
The smile vanished instantly from both Seraphina’s and Laila’s faces, as if wiped away by his words.
Laila was not the type to stay silent, especially not when it came from her stepbrother. She turned to him sharply, her eyes blazing. "You really don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you?"
Henry tilted his head, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "No," he replied smoothly. "I don’t. How about you teach me?"
Laila opened her mouth, ready to tear into him, when she felt her mother’s hand press gently against her thigh.
Henry’s smirk widened in satisfaction as he returned his attention to his food, clearly pleased with himself.
They ate in tense silence for several moments, until the sound of stumbling footsteps broke through the room.
All eyes snapped toward the entrance... And then they froze.
Eryx.
Seraphina and Laila stood up immediately, chairs scraping against the floor as they rushed toward him.
The moment they reached him, his legs gave out and he collapsed into his mother’s arms. The strong stench of alcohol clung to him... he was completely wasted.
Laila’s worried gaze stared at his face.
As if he had only just recognized her, Eryx pulled away from his mother unsteadily, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. He wrapped his arms around Laila, pulling her into a tight hug.
"Hello, little pest."
She stiffened in shock. Did Eryx... just hug her?
He was always arrogant. Even when she begged him for a hug, he’d only pat her head like she was a child. And now he was hugging her willingly? And drunk out of his mind?
"What the hell are you doing?" she snapped. "Don’t dump your weight on me, asshole."
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Chapter 160 - 158: Drunk Eryx
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