All Chapters of Oh My Goddess! I Woke Up Mated To My Obsessive Alpha Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The moment I cross the barrier, I dial Angel’s phone.It rings. And rings.No answer.A cold pressure tightens under my ribs.I try again. Then again.Nothing.I try our mother, then father.Still nothing.A pulse of dread thuds in my chest as I hit Jackson’s number. He answers on the first ring.“Alpha.”He sounds stiff and nervous.That tight tone he uses when he knows he has made the kind of mistake that can cost him his life.“Where is Angela? Did you protect her like I asked you to?” My voice is ice, but my heartbeat pounds with something primal.Silence.Thick.Heavy.Dangerous.My heart punches against my ribs.“Where is my Angel! Jack! I will kill you if I find her with even a scratch on her!” I roar into the phone.He exhales sharply.“Alpha, I am sorry I failed you. I misunderstood your instructions. But the princess is fine. I am tailing her. She is… she is heading toward the hospital with a fruit basket.”My teeth grind.A hospital. With a fruit basket.There is only one b

Cassian does not say a word after my outburst, after my lie about Brandon. He only exhales slowly, the type of breath that vibrates through his chest and straight into me. His arms tighten around me, and even though his face stays unreadable, I can feel it. His anger. His frustration. He was hurt. That cold, silent storm brewing beneath his skin. It is ridiculous how well I can feel him without him speaking. It is even more ridiculous how guilty I suddenly feel. Why did I say that to him? Why did I use Brandon like that? Why did I try to hurt him the exact way he hurt me? The wave of regret hits so fast it makes my stomach twist. He carries me out of the hospital without setting me down. Not even once. The entire time, it's like he has decided to personally kidnap me from my own meltdown. Sunlight hits my face as we reach the entrance. My tears have dried, but embarrassment still clings to me like a wet shirt. His jaw is tight. His eyes forward. His silence is sharp enoug

Dad’s eyes widen as if I have just committed treason. He steps closer, voice sharp with authority as he pulls Mom away. “Snap out of it, Cassian. She is your mother if you are forgetting that.” Mother opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. No denial. No apology. No explanation. She only stares at Angel like she can erase everything she has done by pretending remorse now. My anger tightens like a fist around my ribs. “Your mate hurt mine. Yet you protect her, defend her, and excuse her. But you expect me to be calm about my mate getting hurt?” I ask, looking Dad dead in the eyes. He opens his mouth, looking lost for a moment before saying, “Angela is my daughter. You are only her older brother who keeps making things harder than they should be. The council still does not know about her mistake, and the only way forward is simple. She marries Alpha Brandon of the Dark Claws. That union will protect this family. Now let her go.” He growls the last part, eyes glowing, and grabs An

Brandon holds the backseat door open for me. I take two steps toward it before Mom suddenly moves in front of me and pulls me into her arms. Her hug is tight and warm, the kind that squeezes straight into the ribs and makes breathing difficult for emotional reasons, not physical ones. I let her hold me. Firstly, I am too tired to pretend I'm not craving the comfort. And, secondly, fighting her now would only break me. “Take care of yourself; your dad and I will arrive in a few days, and we will stay until after your mating ceremony,” she explains, and I nod with a small, “Alright,” We slowly pull apart, and Dad steps in. His hug is firmer, his hands stroking my back in that silent fatherly way to remind me I am still his little girl no matter what everyone says about me. “Be a good girl,” he whispers and presses a lingering kiss to my forehead. “I will,” I answer softly before climbing into the car. Brandon joins me and closes the door. As the car starts moving, Mom, Dad, an

I do not know when sleep finally comes, but just as I feel the sunlight on my face, cold water crashes over me, soaking my entire body and bed. I jolt upright, startled, and find Melanie standing there with two maids, one of them holding the now empty bucket. I look at Melanie's smug expression and lazily swing my feet over, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Raising a brow at her, I demand, “How do you explain this?” She rolls her eyes, huffing as she crosses her arms across her chest and replies, “As the future Luna of this pack, you are supposed to be up and making sure everything is in order. But here you are, snoring while the sun is already up.” She finishes looking at my face, but I don't say a word as I look at her like she is a clown with my head tilted to the side. “How dare you look at me like that?” She throws her hand, aiming to slap me, but I grab it, and she gasps. I throw her off, not exerting much force. But even with that, she staggers a few steps back, bare