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