Lahat ng Kabanata ng Oh My Goddess! I Woke Up Mated To My Obsessive Alpha Brother: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The upcoming scene is rated 18+ and involves blood and murder. Please skip it if you are uncomfortable. ~~~ “Alpha Cassian. What a lovely state to find you in.” "You animal!" I roar as I try to break free, silver digging deeper into my raw wrists, but the restraints pull me back against the stone. My muscles tremble. My vision shakes. Still, I lift my head. “Where is she?” He laughs, soft and cruel. “See. Even now you only think of her, even after she betrayed you. That is why trapping you was easy. You are a fool, Cassian, putting a woman first.” “Grrr!” A low growl rumbles through my chest, and I glare at him. He smirks and pulls out a tablet; a few taps on the screen, and Angel's familiar voice fills the room. He turns the screen so I can watch. The video plays, showing him and Angel kissing. My breath stops. My mate looks exhausted. Weak. Pale. Confused. Vulnerable. Something is wrong with her. But I also can't ignore the way Brandon’s hands settle on her waist. Or the fa

Angela:~~~I don't feel my legs when Cassian lifts me. One moment I'm standing there, staring at the dripping heart in his hand, and the next I am weightless, pressed against his taut chest as he carries me through the blood-soaked bedroom.My voice is gone. My mind is gone.Everything in me is shaking so violently I feel like my bones will crack apart.Brandon is dead.Cassian killed him.And I'm in his arms.What has he done? What got into his head?Oh goddess, save us.This time, the council will surely hear, and if we're not lucky, and the lycan king gets involved… oh gods.I clutch Cassian's shirt tightly. I'm scared—scared for him, for me, for what's to come.The cold night air hits me as he steps out of the packhouse, and it feels like I am waking up inside a nightmare.My breath comes out sharp and fast, and I can't stop staring at his throat. There is blood there.Bright. Wet. Fresh. I can't even tell if they're his or Brandon's.Cassian is not a coward to attack from behind

Cassian slows down once we're deep in the woods; he stops and lets me down gently. The air around us carries the earthy scent of damp moss and pine and the sounds of crickets and flowing water. “Come on,” he holds out his hand, and I don’t waste time and slip my fingers into his. Cassian leads me through the tangled undergrowth. My bare feet stumble over roots, my thin nightgown clinging to my skin from the damp mist, but his strong hand grips mine, guiding me with unwavering certainty. I stop when we reach a secluded river, with boulders peeking out, its surface shimmering like liquid silver under the moon’s pale glow, and there's a small old cottage and an old greenhouse covered in moss. It feels peaceful… I wish we could stay here forever, me and Cassian… But that's not possible, I know. Not when Melinda is still home, pregnant. My stomach knots, bile rising in my throat at the thought of her, but I push it down; this isn't the right time. Cassian turns to me, and I

“Ride me, Angel.” Cassian growls, his hands guiding my hips as I position myself over his still hard cock. I’m still slick with his cum and my own juices, my pussy aching but eager. I hesitate for only a moment before I sink down onto him, a gasp tearing from my throat as his cock fills and stretches me in the most delicious way. “Oh fuck, yes,” I moan, my hands bracing on his chest as I start to move, slowly, my hips rocking back and forth, as my body learns the rhythm that feels right in every aspect. Cassian's hands on my waist guide me, his thrusts meeting mine, his voice a low chant of encouragement and praise. “Fuck, Angel, you feel so good. Just like that, baby. Ride my cock.” His words spur me on, as my movements grow bolder, my hips rolling in a slow, sensual way that makes him groan. I've seen a few videos of women riding a cock, and it's quite easy. His fingers dig into my ass, urging me faster, harder, his eyes locked on mine, dark with lust. “Faster, baby girl.

One moment I am filled with dread, my chest tight with worry about where Cassian is, and the next I am drowning in emotions I can't even name. Fear, hope, disbelief. They crash into each other until I feel lightheaded. I lie back slowly, my heart hammering, then open my mouth and say the first thing that comes to my mind. “Are you sure?” She does not answer immediately, and panic creeps up my spine. I ask again, my voice breaking. “The doctor said I can’t. I can’t bear kids. Are you… are you mocking me?” “But you are,” she mutters. My breath stutters. “But I only had sex two weeks…” “Princess Angela,” she says gently, leaning closer, “read my lips. You are pregnant. And about having sex in such a short period, we are not humans. Even humans can detect pregnancy this quickly.” She smiles warmly at me, her eyes kind and steady. “So let us start all over again. Congratulations, Princess Angela. You are going to become a mother.” “Oh, Selene…!” I cover my face with both hands