Oh My Goddess! I Woke Up Mated To My Obsessive Alpha Brother

“No! Cassian, wait…” Angela moans, panting hard after an earth-shattering org*sm. “This is... this is very wrong.” She lets out, battling her overwhelming desires, and rationality as her palm pushes against the taut chest of the man above her.

"It's forbidden." she gasps.

“Tell me you don't crave this as much as I do, and I promise I won't disturb you ever again,” Cassian mutters hoarsely, lust and desire burning in his eyes, as he looks down at Angela's flushed face, her eyes mirroring his, and her body quivering with need beneath him.

“Take me,” she purrs, and he doesn't waste time claiming her…

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Angela thought she was crazy for having a crush on her brother. He was off limits, a forbidden fruit she should only fantasize about.

What she didn't expect was the moon goddess pairing them as mates on her 21st birthday.

The goddess must be crazy, she thought, for allowing such an abomination.

She's force to reject her brother or be sent abroad, a decision her parents claims is the right one.

However, it seems she wasn't the only crazy one; Cassian, her brother, wanted her for himself, and he was willing to go against everyone to keep her.

Their parents and elders of the pack also weren't willing to back down; they were prepared to go to great lengths to prevent their bond from taking root.

Will these two be able to overcome all obstacles and stay together?

But know this, the Moon Goddess does not bind blood. Her choice is never a mistake.

FIRST BOOK COMPLETED!

SECOND BOOK ONGOING...

Branded traitor, enslaved, and betrayed, pregnant Caroline dies after her mate orders their unborn child killed.

Reborn a month before tragedy, she'll rewrite fate while her obsessed mate fights destiny and desire.

Angela:

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“Oh, goddess! Cassian!” I moan throatily, tossing my phone aside after adjusting the speed of the Bluetooth clit stimulator.

I grab fistfuls of the sheet tightly, my head thrown back over the pillow, my back arching as waves of pleasure surge within me, twisting my insides as I teeter on the brink of orgasm.

My lashes flutter, my pupils dilating as I approach my limit.

“Oh goddess, oh goddess!” I moan over and over, writhing on the bed as I experience my mind-blowing climax, picturing the handsome face of the man who made me like this.

Finding myself browsing through an online shopping app was weird, but finding myself browsing the erotic section was unexpected.

That's how I ended up ordering a clit stimulator; it was the best because it doesn't penetrate.

Since then, behind closed doors, I will use it looking at his picture on my phone, or I simply just imagine his face.

However, whenever I come down from my heights, I crave more, a penetration.

I accidentally walked in on him naked, and his dick, oh goddess, it was a fine work of art, and after what happened between us five months ago, I began to imagine how thick and veiny it would look once erect and how delicious he would feel inside my virgin hole.

Just thinking about it makes me leak, as my core keeps clenching and unclenching.

How did I find myself in this predicament?

It all started five months ago when my parents left to attend the annual banquet, and I had to stay at my big brother's house, the current alpha of our pack.

While we waited for dinner in the living room, my brother and his bitchy girlfriend couldn't get enough of each other, as they exchanged saliva, squeezing, and moaning.

Damn, it was a live p**n broadcast. The fact that my boyfriend was miles away on a business trip didn't help; I would have gone and found him to release my frustration.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, I couldn't take more and left.

It was past midnight when I decided to go down for some midnight snack since I had skipped supper.

Knowing my brother's house like the back of my hand, I navigated through the dark, huge mansion and made my way to the kitchen.

That’s when everything changed.

Halfway done with my snack, I sensed someone enter the kitchen; before I could move, strong arms wrapped around my waist so intimately.

It was my brother, and this wasn’t the first time he had held me like that, but this time felt different.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. I opened my mouth to respond when he started kissing me on the nape as his hands began roaming my body. And with how flimsy the nightgown was, it felt like he was exploring my naked body.

It was obvious he had mistaken me for that two-faced girlfriend of his.

I should have spoken up when he cupped my breast and his other hand slipped under my nightgown.

Because, damn, I wasn't wearing panties.

But I didn't.

“No panties, huh?” He demanded hoarsely against my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I arched my back, feeling his erection pressing against my ass.

It was time to end this.

But I just couldn’t; the pleasure he was awakening within me with every touch was too intense.

I love my boyfriend, Brandon, so much, but he never made me feel this good even when he eats my pussy thoroughly, which is why we never had sex after three years of dating. I wanted my first to be unforgettable.

I give him blowjobs for the effort he puts into pleasing me, but I had never experienced anything close to what my own brother could stir in me with just a kiss and a touch.

He pinched my nipple just as his finger entered me; the pain and pleasure combined made me cry out as I held his hand, finally stopping him.

“Brother…!”

“Angela?” The surprise evident in his voice when he realized it was me made me embarrassed.

He pulled away and turned on the light.

He was shirtless.

His broad chest, taut muscles, and tattoos.

“I… I… um. I'm sorry.” I stammered in shame as tears stung my eyes. I couldn't look him in the eye, and he didn't say anything after seconds passed.

So I fled, my legs trembling from the newfound pleasure.

From that moment on, I tried everything to never encounter him, but damn, we were living in the same pack, working in the same company, with the same parents.

Just when I thought I was free of him after work, he was at our home to dine, never forgetting to leave behind his clingy girlfriend.

To be honest, I didn't even care what they did with all the time they spent together.

He never mentioned what happened between us, even when he'd walked into the kitchen and found me doing the dishes, and that hurt me deeply.

So I began to despise him.

And my hatred for him only intensified whenever I caught sight of him with his girlfriend.

My parents asked me to tell them if he had bullied me, and they’d punish him for me, since it became too obvious I was avoiding him.

I told them they were reading too much into my behavior.

How the hell was I to tell them I allowed my brother to touch me in places he should never have?

That something forbidden transpired between us, and I allowed it and even enjoyed it.

And the truth is, I still don't regret it.

Knock…

Knock…

“Angel… Are you asleep?” Mom's unsure voice calls from outside the door, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Oh, my.” I hurriedly jump out of bed, my legs weak from the orgasm, and reach for the masking spray and immediately spray myself and the room to get rid of my arousal.

I might not be able to smell it since I don't have my wolf, but she can, and I can't let them know their princess is such a bad girl behind closed doors.

‘Oh, Selene, don't punish me for this. Lusting after the forbidden.’ I pray inwardly.

“Angel…?”

“Mom, is that you?” I ask with a feigned drowsy voice.

“Yes, sweety, did I wake you?”

“It's alright, Mom," I respond, moving towards the door.

After taking deep breaths to steady myself, I open the door, searching my mother's face for any sign that she might smell something.

But seeing the bright expression still plastered on her face, I let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Mom. Why are you here?” I inquire, smiling softly at her after yawning.

"Sorry to wake you. Baby.” She apologizes, making me feel remorseful; my smile widens as I nod in understanding.

"Okay, don't tell me you've forgotten today's your dad's and my 30th anniversary?" she asks with an arched brow.

Yes, I always knew their anniversary date by heart since it was a week before my birthday.

Makes me remember I'm turning 21 in a week and will be getting my wolf too.

"How could I forget?" I reply, feigning a look of hurt that she'll think I actually forgot, which I really did this time. After working my ass off at work the entire day, all I wanted was to come home and release stress with my stimulator.

To be frank, I've completely forgotten about my birthday with everything going on in the past five months.

“I know my baby won't forget.” She reassures me, cupping my cheeks tenderly, with a contagious smile that makes her eyes sparkle.

Making me smile genuinely at her this time.

“Your brother just arrived, and guess what?” Mom asks, her excitement palpable.

“Melinda is pregnant.” I say, unable to hide my disappointment and anger.

“Oh, goddess. This girl. Since you dislike her that much, why don't you speak to your brother about it? He has always listened to you.” She suggests, then leans in and whispers into my ear, “This is a secret, but your dad and I aren’t fond of her either.”

She smiled guiltily at me after sharing that.

Well, it's so unfortunate they'll have to manage her as their daughter-in-law and Luna.

After what transpired between my brother and me, he might misunderstand me if I asked him to break up with her, and I wouldn't let him think that of me.

I hate him.

It's just that lust is a powerful force that can drive one to act in ways they never imagined.

“Brother loves her mother, and that's what matters. She's his choice. And it's time we accept that. So is she indeed pregnant?”

She shakes her head, a huge smile appearing on her face.

“Your brother booked us an all-inclusive week-long getaway for our anniversary.”

“Oh, that’s so thoughtful of him.” I smile, somehow relieved that Melinda isn't pregnant, but then I frown as a thought comes to my mind and demands, “So you guys won't be here for my birthday?”

“No. We'll be back in the morning on your birthday.” Mom informs me with a sad look.

“It's okay; you and Dad deserve a break… But can I invite Brandon over? It would be so lonely in this big house. I ask, looking at her face with puppy eyes, my hands clasped together pleadingly.

At least I'd get to spend time with him and forget about someone who seems to be forcefully pushing his way into my head.

It's time to move on.

Brandon has started to express his frustration about my distance.

A week together would assure him that I really still love him.

Because meeting him at work was the only place I managed to see him over the last four months, ever since my parents out of the blue became strict about my outings at night four months ago.

I couldn’t sneak over to Brandon’s place after work either, since Dad always drives me home.

“Oh, about that, we’ve already made arrangements for you to stay at your brother’s.”

“You what?!” I exclaim so loud, my voice echoes off the wall.