Semua Bab Oh My Goddess! I Woke Up Mated To My Obsessive Alpha Brother: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Cassian's shoulder is iron beneath me, and every step he takes sucks the breath from my lungs.The forest blurs by in flashes of silver bark and moonlight as my fists pound weakly against his back.“Cassian! You lunatic! Put me down!” I keep yelling.He doesn’t answer.Only the low rumble of his growl, the pounding rhythm of his stride, and his scent of tobacco and aged wine, mixed with something darker that makes my pulse stutter.By the time he reaches the road, headlights sweep across us. His jeep waits, engine humming.He opens the passenger door, still carrying me as if I weigh nothing, and slides me inside before taking the driver’s seat.“Where are you taking me?” I ask, angrily shoving my hair out of my face, panting.His lips twitch.“You said you wanted to have sex tonight. I’m giving you that.”“I did, but not with you. I need to find Brandon,” I say, reaching to open the door, but a low, intimidating growl from him makes me freeze in my action.“Open the damn door, and you

This chapter is rated 18+; please skip it if you are uncomfortable. ~~~ I tense, my breath catching inside my throat when the last piece of clothing is ripped off me. For a heartbeat, I can’t move. The air around me thickens with his scent and his heat; it’s all too much. He must have sensed my tense posture, because he murmurs hotly against my nape as his hands move to my waist and he begins slithering down my curves. “Breathe, Angel; don't hold it in.” My lips part, but all that slips out is, “Brother…” His breath halts as I feel him stiffen for a second. “Don't call me that, Angel.” The warning in his tone is low, but it cracks something deep inside me. He turns me in one swift motion, and I fall flat against his chest. I look up as the world narrows to the hard lines of his body pressed to mine, my breasts crushed against him, his heartbeat hammering in time with my own. He looks back at me, eyes dark and lustful, and our breath mingles. “Cassian…” My voic

Feeling Cassian position himself at my entrance, guilt slips in.I could see Mom's disappointed face and Dad's silence that screams louder than a war drum.Oh my goddess! He's my brother.He thrusts his hips, and I…“No! Cassian, wait…” I moan, panting hard after the earth-shattering orgasm.“This is... this is very wrong.” I let out, battling my overwhelming desires and rationality as my palm pushes firmly against his taut chest.He stills.“It's forbidden.” I gasp.However, my pussy won't stop pulsing from his thick tip nudging at my entrance. “You're my bro…”He silenced me with his finger on my lips.“Tell me you don't crave this as much as I do, and I promise I won't disturb you ever again.” He mutters hoarsely, lust and desire burning in his eyes, as he looks down at me.His dick twitching at my entrance, his intense gaze that burns hotter than lava holding me, his heart beating in rhythm with mine…Goddess!I… I can't fucking think straight anymore, but if there's one thing I'm

Angela: ~~~ When I finally open my eyes, it’s to an empty bed, sunlight filtering through thick curtains, and the faint scent of tobacco and aged wine. For a moment, I just lie there, staring at the spot where his body should be, the same spot where he’d whispered things that made me forget my own name. My body aches deliciously, reminding me that last night wasn’t a dream. Nope. Definitely not. My thighs would file a complaint if I tried to pretend otherwise. My body aches deliciously in all the right places. I bite my lip and bury my face in the pillow, smiling like an idiot. Cassian, my Alpha, my brother, my… mate, made love to me. But the smile fades when I realize the sheets beside me are cold, an indication he's left bed for a long time. I sit up, stretching lazily, the sheet slipping down as I glance around the room, only to realize... this isn’t the same bedroom. The bed’s smaller, the color different, and his scent is fainter. This isn’t Cassian’s master bedroom. He m

Her face falls, and I can already see the storm forming in her eyes as she steps away from me. “Return to the pack?” she repeats slowly, as if testing the words on her tongue. “Why…? Is it Melinda and the baby?” I don’t answer immediately. I can’t. My mind is still half in that basement, hearing Vince’s voice. She looks at my face expectantly. “This has nothing to do with Melinda,” I finally say, low but firm. She nods, turning away from me. I can't see her face, but I sense the rising tension through our bond, sharp, restless, and wounded. “Okay, I will ask Cynthia to get me something to change into.” Her voice is too calm. The kind of calm that comes before something breaks. I run a hand through my hair, forcing a calm composure. “Angel…” I step closer, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her gently back against my chest. “It’s safer there.” “Safer? Cassian, what’s going on?” She turns to face me, her brow knitted. Angel has always been intuitive. I can lie to t