Lahat ng Kabanata ng Oh My Goddess! I Woke Up Mated To My Obsessive Alpha Brother: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Author:~~~Melinda looks at Cassian's back as he walks away; she hurriedly steps out of the car quietly and follows him, keeping low.Her heart pounds, her thoughts racing back to the moment she hugged him earlier and how he reeks of Angela, like he once reeked of her, and that could only mean one thing.She confirms her suspicion when she sees them kissing through the window. She's seen them do far worse, but this is it; Cassian and Angela have had sex finally.Her stomach drops.She stumbles back, swallowing a scream, and hurries to the car. Her hands shake. Her whole body feels too small to contain the hurt clawing through her.By the time Cassian returns, she can’t even pretend to be fine. She stays silent the entire ride, staring out the window because looking at him feels like being stabbed.But imagine her disappointment when he pushes her away when she tries to kiss him, and then tells her he's leaving for the human city; all she can do is nod. Accept. Pretend.But as she loo

I jolt upright as freezing water crashes over my entire body, drenching me. The shock steals my breath.My hand shakes as I wipe my face, blinking fast, trying to understand where I am.The cold settles in my bones, and my clothes cling to my skin.Then, I see their faces.Five guards. Two from earlier, three I have never seen before. The way they stare at me is wrong. Their eyes hold hunger, anger, and something darker.They look at me like they want to tear me apart, and ruin me.But Mom only told them to lock me up. She never said anything like this. So why do their faces tell me something worse is coming?“What is the meaning of this?” My voice cracks as I speak. My brows pull together. Something feels wrong inside me. I feel weak. Too weak. Like I have been drugged.“Silver?” I call out to my wolf, but she does not answer. Fear curls in my stomach. What did they do to us?One of the guards smirks.“We are speeding your repentance,” he says, then pauses, then he adds the word that

“What? No!”The word bursts out of me as I yank my hands away from Dad’s. “No. You cannot send me away.”Dad nods slowly, like he already knew I would react like this.“You will be safe there. You will be away from all this. Away from trouble. Away from the rumors.”“No,” I choke out. “No. You cannot just send me away.”Mom folds her arms across her chest. She looks way too ready for this.“We can and we will.”I shake my head in disbelief.“Mom, I am your daughter!”“That did not stop you,” she mutters under her breath.Heat washes over me. Shame. Anger. Betrayal. All tangled.“It is for your own good,” Dad says.“It is not,” I say, my voice breaking. “You are trying to hide me. You are trying to bury what happened. You want to protect your image. Not me.”Mom's face hardens.Melinda watches from the side with a faint smirk she tries to hide behind her hand.Dad reaches for my hand again.I pull back.My chest feels tight, like someone is squeezing it from the inside. The room feels

The upcoming scene is rated 18+ and involves blood and murder. Please skip if you are uncomfortable. ~~~Darkness pulls at me like a deep ocean, and I sink for a while.Then something sharp drags me back to the surface.My mind fights the fog, but my body refuses to move, my breathing tight.Then slowly, voices start to slip through the haze as footsteps hit the floor near my head.“... Make sure he is strapped well when you hang him,” Vince says in a sharp tone. “Strap every limb. I do not want him freeing himself.”I stay still, playing dead.The drug burns in my veins like fire, numbing everything except my rage.I hear Vince walk closer; I can feel him breathing above me.Then his boot crashes into my ribs.Once. Twice. Again.He kicks my side, my stomach, as he roars angrily.“You bastard. You think you can intimidate me, that I will forever remain in your damn shadow?" He kicks with more force. “I will fucking kill you, take your throne and your slut. She will be mine. I will f

Slap! Gasps erupt. I taste blood. And the sting burns on my cheek, even after her palm is gone. Then an intense heat starts spreading through me, crawling under my skin, and something inside me twists hard. My vision starts to blur around the edges, and then everything shifts. Red. It covers everything. The hall, the woman’s hateful face, the nurses frozen in place. Everything is painted in a deep, pulsing red. My breathing gets heavy. Thick. Hungry. Blood. I can even see it flowing through their veins. I crave it. My fingers curl as a strange heat runs down my arms. My muscles tense, like something ancient and wild just woke up inside me. However, this time, I can feel it—the instinct, the surge, the raw, desperate urge to destroy. Yet, I can't stop; actually, I don't want to. The woman who slapped me steps back. Her eyes widen, trembling as she looks at me like I am not human. Like I am a monster. Maybe that's what I really am. “Well, you ask