Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 177 - 175: Take

After the bath, no, after the quiet torture they had both endured, being so close yet unable to touch the way they wanted to, they finally made it to the room.

Every second had been a test of restraint.

Athena could still feel his warmth behind her, the way his body seemed molded to hers, was so damn impossible to ignore. Even when she felt his little brother pressing against her back. Azrael never crossed the line.

He was the one who had said they wouldn’t do anything, and gods, he hadn’t made it easy to keep that promise.

He kept kissing her to oblivion, leaving her in total mess. He kissed her jaw, her shoulder, and most of all the sensitive spot on her neck where the rune rested. Sometimes he would lick it slowly, like the mark was sacred. Every touch sent heat spiraling through her, every breath against her skin making her think, this is it... he’s going to give in.

For a moment, things had grown dangerously heated, so close that Athena was sure they would end up doing it. But he hadn’t. He’d kept his promise.

And that was how they ended up finally alone in the room, even though the heat hasn’t died entirely.

Athena’s gaze drifted to the bed, and she froze. A large red bag sat neatly at the center of it. It definitely hadn’t been there before they went into the bathroom.

Her brows furrowed as she walked closer, curiosity lighting her eyes. "What is that?" she asked.

Azrael stood nearby, wrapped in a white robe, his hair slightly damp. There was a beautiful, almost shy smile on his face, the kind that made her heart soften instantly. "It’s yours," he said gently.

Athena blinked, then sat beside the bag.

"Mine?" she repeated, disbelief creeping into her voice.

He nodded, extending his hand toward it.

"Open it."

She hesitated for a second, glancing up at him, then back at the bag. Slowly, she pulled it closer and opened it.

Her breath caught. Inside the bag was a red dress. A short, netted red dress that shimmered under the light. Diamonds were carefully designed along one side, cascading all the way to the floor, making that side long and elegant, while the other side ended at mid-thigh, daring and bold. It had long sleeves and a deep V cut that left nearly half of her chest exposed, the fabric clung to her figure that a man could kill for.

Athena stared at it, stunned. Heat rushed to her cheeks, her fingers trembling slightly as she touched the fabric.

"Azrael..." she breathed, flustered and shy all at once.

Part of her felt embarrassed. The dress was so bold and far more daring than what she usually wore. But another part of her loved it. And knowing he was the one who chose and bought it for her made her heart flutter uncontrollably.

"You like it?" he asked softly, watching her closely.

She nodded quickly, a small, radiant smile breaking across her face as she stood crossing the distance between them.

She played with his robe

"I do," she admitted. "I really do."

Her gaze lifted to meet his, her eyes shining.

"And the fact that you got it for me..." she trailed off, then smiled wider, hugging the dress lightly to her chest. "That makes it even better."

Azrael’s smile deepened, warmth flooding his expression.

"I’m glad you like it," he mummered, brushing her cheek lightly. Then, as if it were the most casual thing in the world, he nodded toward the bag. "But... you should look inside again. There’s still more."

Athena blinked. "More?"

"Yeah," he replied, lips twitching.

Suspicion and excitement tangled on her face as she untangled herself from his arms and walked back to the bed and sat down. She parted the bag carefully, her fingers brushing against something solid this time. When she pulled it out, her breath hitched.

A pair of silver heels gleamed in her hands, impossibly beautiful. The light caught on them and reflected like tiny stars. A slow, stunned smile curved her lips.

She glanced up at Azrael, then back at the heels, then back at him again. Her voice came out in a soft, drawn-out whine, walking back to him. "Azraeeel..."

"Yes?" he asked innocently, brushing her hair out of her face.

"How much did you spend to get all this?" she demanded, narrowing her eyes at him even as she cling to him, still holding the shoe.

He shrugged. "Nothing much. Just a few thousands."

Athena froze. She slowly lifted her head, eyes narrowing even more. "A few... thousands?"

"Yes," he said, nodding once.

She stared at him like he had just spoken a foreign language. "Azrael," she said slowly, dangerously calm, "this is LV’s latest version. How exactly is this a few thousands?"

He hesitated for half a second, then sighed as if conceding defeat. "Fine. The shoes are about...five million dollars. The dress is just 100 thousand."

Athena almost choked on her own spit.

"What the fuck?"

She slapped a hand over her mouth, coughing once before staring at him in pure disbelief. "Five...five fucking million? For shoes?"

Her eyes dropped to the heels again, then shot back to his face. "Do you know what could happen to me if I wear this outside? Someone could literally cut off my leg!"

Azrael frowned slightly, genuinely confused. "Don’t you want it?"

"That’s not the point!" she scolded, waving a hand at him. "I love it, but this is insane. Absolutely insane."

Then he laughed, a low, warm sound that made her heart skip despite herself. "What are you going to do if you see the remaining things I bought for you?"

Her head snapped up. "Remaining... things?"

The way her eyes widened was so dramatic that Azrael burst out laughing. Before she could interrogate him further, he reached behind him and pulled out a much smaller bag, handing it to her.

"Take."