All Chapters of Oh My Goddess! I Woke Up Mated To My Obsessive Alpha Brother: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Wait… are you pregnant? You bitch!” Melinda exclaims, swinging her hand toward my face, but I grab her hand mid-air, the force of her momentum vibrating my arm. I stare at her, wondering if she has finally lost her mind. “Melinda, are you nuts?” I asked, my voice trembling with disbelief, because only a madwoman would act like this. “You want to hit me because you think I’m pregnant? And even if I am, who the hell do you think you are to decide my fate?” “Because you’re a filthy wretch who deserves to be beaten to death. You homewrecker!” she shouts, yanks her hand free, her eyes wild, bloodshot with a manic sort of hatred. “Angela, you better not be pregnant with Cassian’s child, or I swear you’ll regret it.” I laugh, cold and bitter, and that enrages her even more. “I’m not moved by your baseless threats, Melinda. What you should be thinking about is the child growing inside you. You seem to care more about your petty vendettas than your own baby. Why is that?” “I don't know w

Cassian: ~~~ A month ago… …~... I watch my angel unravel the third time beneath me, every sound she makes carving itself into me. She's breathtakingly beautiful and all mine. I lean in and place a soft kiss on her forehead as she drifts to sleep. I guess we’ll leave once she wakes up. Pulling out of her feels like tearing myself away from something I need to breathe. She is too addictive. I make my way out to bathe. I'm walking out afterwards when the silence is shattered by her painful cry. I ran inside only to freeze at the sight. Angel lies there, twisting in pain, her hands wrapped around her as she whimpers in agony, and… she's bleeding. Guilt crashes over me. I knew I was too hard on her; her moans sounded more painful, but she didn't want me to stop when I offered. I thought things were okay. Oh, Selene. I rushed to her side. “Baby, hey, tell me where it hurts.” I plead, but she only cries, muttering the same words over and over: “It hurts.” My heart constricts

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Jessica nods with a small“Yes, Sir,” as she presses the phone to her ear. I pause for a heartbeat, reconsidering.“Tell her I will be there in a few minutes,” I say.“Of course,” she replies, excusing herself.I really don't want to go. But maybe I need the distraction, something to keep the memories from crawling back in.I will visit her grave later in the evening.Sighing, I stand, reaching for my suit jacket and phone before heading toward the door.That's when I see Virus sitting outside. I thought he left since I didn't see him at the penthouse.I thought he finally got tired of trying and left.But I guess I was wrong.He straightens the moment he notices me. I do not acknowledge him. I keep walking, and he falls into step behind me, and Jessica joins at my side.“Sir,” she says carefully, “I wanted to inform you that tomorrow is the final day for selection of the new marketing manager position. If it’s convenient for you, perhaps we could stop by HR on our way down?”I say no

“Baby, why would you want that with someone who bullied and hurt you?” I ask, cupping her cheeks when Adrian carries her in his arms. She looks at me, earnest and stubborn all at once. “Because all the girls in class say he is handsome, they want to be his friend. I also want the same, Mommy.” I shake my head and glance at Adrian. He lifts his brows at me with a helpless sigh. “Baby, I understand that boy is liked by everyone,” I say gently. “But you’re too young. You’re still little. These things are not for you to think about yet.” “But you and Daddy…” she begins to protest. “No,” I cut in, firmer this time. “Daddy and I are grown. You’re small. Do you understand?” She hesitates, then nods. “Okay, Mommy.” She turns away and wraps her small hands around Adrian’s neck, burying her face into his chest. “Daddy, tell Mommy I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice muffled against him. My chest tightens, and I smile. “Mommy isn't angry, right, babe?” Adrian asks, looking at me, and I