Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 88 - 87: He knew the size of her boobs?

Chapter 88: Chapter 87: He knew the size of her boobs?
"Did you come here to tell me that?" Athena asked, trying so hard to keep her voice neutral.
To pretend her heart wasn’t doing full-speed somersaults in her chest.
Azrael’s eyes flicked up with amusement.
"No..." he murmured, stepping closer.
"Actually, I came here before you plan to destroy me with your..."
His gaze swept over her hair, her face, the faint pink on her cheeks.
"...morning innocence."
Athena froze.
Oh...okay...that was...that was illegal. That was unfair. That was heart-stopping.
Her stomach flipped. She could feel all her intestines running around her abdomen. Heat shot straight to her chest and neck.
She took a tiny step back without meaning to and Azrael noticed. Of course he noticed every little thing she does
His eyes dropped to her lips again...slowly, the way someone admires something they shouldn’t touch but very much want to.
Then, as if his gaze had its own path, his eyes drifted down the length of her body... and back up.
Athena swallowed hard.
Azrael let out a low exhale... then abruptly stepped back, putting a safe distance between them.
The shift felt like air rushing back into her lungs.
He reached into his pocket and handed her a small, sleek black bag.
Athena blinked.
"What’s in it?"
Azrael turned, slipping both hands casually into his pockets as he walked backward, that annoyingly cute grin tugging at his lips.
"That," he said, voice warm and teasing, "is for you to find out."
And then he turned fully and walked away...calm, elegant, ocean like blue hair catching the light like he was walking out of a dream.
Athena watched his retreating figure... and an involuntary smile curled on her lips.
She shut the door quietly behind her, heart still racing as she carried the mysterious bag into her room.
Athena dropped the bag on the bed and opened it cautiously, like something might jump out.
First thing she saw was clothing.
A pair of baggy jeans...huge, soft jeans.
Okay. That was normal. That was fine. At least she could breathe in it.
She pulled the hoodie out and her entire body relaxed a little.
It was thick, warm, and smelled faintly like fresh laundry and...Lavender?
Her brows knitted.
She reached deeper and found a small body spray bottle. She froze.
It was her exact scent. Lavender blossoms.
The one she has used for years.
The one she literally hid at the back of her drawer because she hated people noticing it.
Her pulse stuttered.
How did he...?
The perfume was rare and hard to discover...so how on earth did he guess it right?
Before she could even finish the thought, her fingers brushed something softer.
She pulled it out.
And nearly fainted.
"What the actual fuck..." Athena whispered, her voice cracking.
It was a pair of black net panties.
And not just panties, there was a matching net bra.
Her soul left her body. Her face flushed so red she could feel the heat rise to her scalp.
He. Fucking. Got. Her. Size. Perfectly. Exactly. Down to the curve and the cup.
Fuck? He knew the size of her boobs?
"Is he insane?" she hissed under her breath.
"What...how...why...net? Why NET?!"
Her knees went weak.
Azrael wasn’t just bold. He was a menace.
A demon wrapped in ocean-blue hair and an innocent pretty face that needed to be banned.
Her breath shook as she pressed a hand to her forehead.
"Fuck him... fuck him so much," she muttered and dropped the traitorous lingerie like it was on fire.
She squeezed her eyes shut, exhaled shakily, and backed away like the stuff could bite her.
She needed the bathroom.
Immediately. Athena marched toward it, pushing the door open a little too roughly, her brain screaming.
She needed to get the hell out of this place before they all ruined her.
Rhydric cold, distant, terrifying, and yet somehow always appearing when she needed help. Not always though, but he actually came at the right time last night. Maybe not just last night. She thought as her mind wandered to the kerchief...
Theo was cold on the outside but quietly soft beneath it, and damn... she actually liked the way he had made snow fall on her hair last night. She would kill to feel that fluffy cloud over her head again.
Eryx...cocky, hot, bold enough to make her straddle him even while he was dying, and even worse... she had enjoyed it. Way too much. And apparently she soothed his pain, which was terrifying because she didn’t even understand herself anymore.
And then...
God...Azrael, that charming bastard who could make her heart trip with one glance, who dared to walk up to her door early in the morning...with net panties.
"Fuck him," she muttered again. "Fuck all of them."
She shut the bathroom door behind her, leaned against it, and slid down until she was sitting on the floor with her face buried in her hands.
This house... these men... they were going to destroy her sanity one by one.
.
.
.
Athena made her way downstairs, fingers brushing the rail as she descended, trying to steady the flutter in her chest.
Rhydric was the first person she saw.
He sat on the couch with his legs parted confidently, a book open in one hand while the other tapped a steady rhythm against his thigh. He barely looked up, but she felt his attention anyway, quiet, sharp, impossible to ignore.
Her eyes shifted.
Theodore’s gaze caught hers immediately. Quiet. Observant. But then a little smile appreared on his lips to her surprise but it disappeared as soon as it can.
Then her eyes slid to Azrael.
He was lounging against the arm of the sofa, one hand in his pocket, the other draped lazily across the backrest. He smiled the moment their eyes. A slow knowing one.
Athena swallowed and almost...almost raised her hand to show him a very specific finger. Fuck you...
Why did he get her a net panties when he can’t even see it or touch it? Such a waste of time. Or does he want to imagine it?
And lastly...her gaze locked with Eryx.
He was already grinning. The kind of grin that made your heartbeat stutter, shameless and dangerous. He pushed away from the wall and took slow steps toward her.
Before she could prepare herself, his arm wrapped around her waist.
Athena’s breath caught hard.
A warm, bold hand and worse he wasn’t done. He dipped his head, lips brushing her neck in a bold, unhurried kiss. A spark shot down her spine, her body jerking slightly at the unexpected heat.
"Good morning, princess," he murmured against her skin.
Athena’s eyes widened, first in shock, then something dangerously close to embarrassment. She placed a hand on his chest, pushing lightly to put space between them. She needed air.
"G–good morning," she muttered, trying to sound unaffected but failing miserably.
Azrael’s smile vanished instantly.
His jaw clenched. His fist tightened. He looked away sharply, because if he didn’t...he might actually say something he shouldn’t.
Why did he touch her? Why did he kiss her? He has no right. None.
Theodore watched silently, his expression unreadable.
His gaze flickered from Athena...to Eryx then at Azrael’s clenched fist and sudden sharp expression.
Fuck this Athena girl, he thought. She better not start something between us. I’m not getting dragged into whatever storm she’s about to create.
Rhydric looked up briefly, gave all of them a single, dry, unimpressed look...then calmly returned to his book as if nothing was happening.
Athena cleared her throat softly, forcing her voice steady.
"Thank you all... for your company."
Her eyes shifted. "Rhydric, thank you for saving my life."
He looked up, just once. A brief flicker of attention, his expression unreadable as always. Then he dropped his eyes back to his book without a single word.
Cold bastard.
But she didn’t think too much about it.
"And... thanks, Azrael, for the clothes," she added.
Azrael lifted his head. He nodded stiffly, refusing to smile, refusing to show anything at all.
"I’ll take my leave now."
"I’ll drop you off," Eryx said instantly.
"I’ll drop you off," Azrael echoed at the same time.
Tension cracked through the room like lightning.
Theodore rolled his eyes so hard it felt like a full-body movement, leaning back on the couch with a dramatic exhale.
Rhydric’s gaze flickered to Azrael... Eryx... Athena... then back to his book, like he was mentally writing all of them off as idiots. Actually they’re.
Eryx and Azrael turned their heads toward each other, the air thickening between them...then back at Athena, expectant, waiting...waiting for her to choose.
Athena opened her mouth but nothing came out.
Her stomach twisted painfully. This... this is the most difficult situation she has ever been in.
How was she supposed to choose between them? They were both looking at her...daring her to choose one and abandon the other. She knew Eryx so we’ll...he’s a jealous bastard and heaven knows what he would do if she chooses Azrael. Azrael on the other hand looked calm but beneath those steady faces was a dangerous guy.
"Rhydric..." She swallowed. "Can you please drop me off?"