“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…

~~~~▪•♤~~~•♧•~~~♤▪•~~~~

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:

~~~

“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.

“Okay, young lady, what are you not telling me?” Mom asks, her brows knitted, as she scans my expression with suspicion.

I realize how paranoid I was acting, but who wouldn't snap at such news?

“I’m sorry, Mom, but you just revealed that you and Dad also can’t stand Melinda. I’ve made it pretty clear that I can't tolerate that woman for one minute, let alone an entire week,” I lied through my teeth.

That's what I can come up with, and it wasn't a lie; it was part of the truth.

I hate Melinda.

The thought of living with my brother under the same roof was a burden on its own, not to mention a bonus ‘Melinda.’

I'd totally go crazy.

“No, Mother, I don't want to go, and I told you I'd be lonely, not scared. It's okay if Brandon doesn't come over. I will stay alone.”

And, goddess, why does my voice come out sounding like I’m upset about the idea of staying alone when it’s the opposite?

Everything is a mess.

“If it's Melinda you're worried about, then be at ease; your brother mentioned she returned home this afternoon, and she will be staying for over a week.” Mom announces in a reassuring tone as she takes my hand, squeezing softly.

I stare at her face speechless.

If I didn't know better, I may have believed this was all a carefully thought-out plan.

Why the hell was everything falling into place? All leading to me staying over at my brother's.

Now I’m at a loss for words on how to prevent myself from having to stay at my brother’s house and experience the most difficult days of my life.

Ugh!! I really hate this.

How did things turn this way?

One day, I found myself unable to stand the older brother I love so much, the one who used to treat me better than anyone else.

I used to depend on him so much; even Brandon was envious, since he was an only child.

Now I can confidently say that I hate my brother. I hate that he's my brother, and I hate that he changed after what transpired between us.

I had hoped he would initiate a conversation, because goodness knows I wasn't going to start. He's the male, the one who's more mature, and who asked him to be so handsome?

Sinful, and flirting with his perfect-figure girlfriend in front of me?

I was sexually frustrated, and I got curious, and curiosity indeed killed the cat, the cat being our brother-sister bond that got damaged after that situation.

Oh goddess.

This is bad; this is really, really bad.

I can already feel another headache coming on.

“Mom, please, you guys should take me with you. I can't believe you guys are leaving for a whole week without me. Am I not your baby anymore?” I try another tactic, and Mother laughs, blushing fiercely.

I instantly understand what she's thinking. They are adults and need some alone time.

“Angel, your dad and I need some time together. And you know you're no longer a kid. You'll be 21 in a week.” She scolds sternly, but her face softens the next second, and she inquires, “Please, tell Mom. Did your big brother bully you and perhaps threaten you? Is that why you're afraid to…”

“No! I will go and pack my bag.” I interrupted her, relenting.

I seriously wasn't ready for another bully talk, as I'm already starting to recall how my brother had indeed bullied me with his finger in a certain tight hole.

I shudder, goosebumps erupting on my skin at the memory.

“That's my baby.” Mom hugs me tightly, and I hug her back, her warmth providing me solace. “Now you have the opportunity to tell him what's bothering you.”

Mother murmurs, and I almost choked on my saliva.

“Tell him what? ...” I demand pulling out of the hug, my heart racing so much.

Mixed emotions swirl within me, from panic to doubt, then fear and denial.

“About Melinda?” Mother asks with a frown. “What's wrong with you? Sweetheart. You keep forgetting things.”

“It's stress at work, Mom.”

“Is someone bullying you at work? Have you told your brother about it?” she inquires worriedly.

‘Mom, are you a friend or enemy?’ I scream inwardly.

“Mother, no one will dare bully the sister of the CEO.” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I reminisce about the workload I've been working on each day at work for months now.

I sometimes end up skipping lunchtime, the only time I get to spend with Brandon.

My life is a mess; it seems Selene is indeed punishing me for my sins.

“That's good to know,” Mother states, smiling, and I fake one in return.

“I will call you down once we're done. You'll have dinner at your brother's...”

“At my brother's house.” I completed her words, “I know, Mom. Please don't miss your flight because of me. It’s not the first time I’m staying at Big Brother’s.” I respond, and she nods, then turns to leave after cupping my cheek affectionately with a smile.

I step inside after she leaves and close the door, leaning against it, my emotions spiraling out of control.

I allow myself to slide down and sit on my legs, my head lowered.

“How did it come to this?” I whisper in dejection, letting out a weary sigh.

~~~

After packing clothes to last the week, including work attire from Monday to Friday, I head to the bathroom for a bath.

…~...

Thirty minutes later, I make my way down the corridor, dragging my wine-colored suitcase, and notice Dad and Brother engaged in a deep conversation at the grand foyer; they were so engrossed that they didn't turn to acknowledge me.

I arrive downstairs when Mom comes out of their room, I look at the four suitcases, and wonder if they were perhaps planning to stay a year.

How did she even pack four suitcases in just this short time? She probably stuffed everything in.

But that’s my mother—classy and sophisticated.

Whenever we visit the human cities, people usually confuse us as sisters, with me, of course, being the older one.

And with my four eyes and nerdy look, the men always check out my mother, the spotlight of every moment.

Over three centuries ago, a plague that struck werewolves caused us to stop aging at 30, so my parents look just as I remember them at 5, even better with their daily fitness, but I don't join them, since I'd rather use that time to read, learn, and do other things—anything that doesn't involve working out.

Yet, Mother compliments me for having a body that naturally works out considering all the junk food I consume.

“It's sad you hide that perfect figure behind those loose clothes,” were her exact words.

“Sweetheart, why didn't you dry your hair? You might end up catching…” Mom didn't finish speaking when…

“Achoo!” I sneeze, and my eyes widen in disbelief.

Turning, I see both Dad and Brother staring at me, looking more like buddies than father and son.

‘What in the world?’ I curse internally.

How strange is this? This is not the first time I didn't dry my hair after a bath. I never caught a cold, so why?

Could it be something I'm inhaling?

“Achoo!” I sneeze once again.

“Bless you,” Mother states, pulling me into a tight hug. “Oh, my little girl.” She buries her face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent.

She told me it calms her.

“Kyle, why don’t we take her with us? Look at how pitiful she's already looking.” she adds, and before I can cheer about my wish coming true, my joy is short-lived when Dad interrupts quickly,

“That's not a funny joke, Pam. After a busy month without any action. This is a break we need without distraction.” Dad asserts, looking at Mom intensely.

I turn to look at Mom, whose face is red, as she grins shyly, tucking her hair behind her ear.

These two look like they're going to break everything in that hotel with whatever they'll be getting down with.

Dad wraps a hand around me, pulling me to his side, and placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

I happened to catch Brother's eyes at that moment, and the bloodthirst in them as he looked at Dad made me tremble.

I blink to be sure I saw right, and there really was nothing, just his usual stoic and aloof expression I've come to know over the past months.

Maybe I was imagining it.

“Our kids are grown enough to take care of themselves. Right, Angel?” Dad asks me, I look up at his face, and reluctantly nod with a forced smile after casting a glance at Brother.

The door opens, and the chauffeur enters to get their luggage.

Dad takes one, so does Brother, and they walk out, leaving only Mom and me.

She hugs me tightly, inhaling me deeply.

“I love you so much, angel. And please don't make things hard for your brother.” I nod, since it's me she believes is making things difficult.

“I love you too, Mom. You and Dad should have fun.” I say, and she kisses me on the forehead.

“We will. I'll send you pictures, and we'll facetime every night, okay?” She cups my cheek, smiling.

I nod, unable to fake a smile this time.

They were really leaving me.

We walk out with me dragging my suitcase.

“Angel, if Cassian gives you any trouble, let me know and I'll take care of it,” Dad says as a joke, kissing me on the forehead.

I smile awkwardly, stealing a glance at Brother, who's grinning with his hands inside his pockets.

“You two have the best time of your lives. And be rest assured I'll take great care of my baby sis.” Cassian drawls, his intense eyes fixated on me. And the way he stretches “take great care” makes my skin crawl.

“That's a promise,” Dad says, patting him on the shoulder, and he nods, looking at me, his eyes predatory?

I must be wrong; I look away from him to Mom.

I watch in silence as Mom and Dad enter the car and wave at us, and I wave back.

I turn upon feeling Brother's looming presence behind me.

I force a smile, and with my fingers fidgeting, something I do when nervous, I look up at his face and murmur,

“Hi, big brother.”

“Hi, Big Brother.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but…

“Achoo!” I sneeze onto his chest.

The blood drains from my face, my eyes enlarging behind my glasses as I stumble backwards, away from him, only to lose my footing.

‘It’s official. I'm cursed! Now I know the gods have cursed me!’ I curse inwardly as I allow gravity to take control as I await impact.

This is embarrassing; only a few seconds in front of my brother and I'm this clumsy.

Moon goddess, please have mercy on me. I promise I won't lust after…

“You can open your eyes now.” Cassian's voice pulls me out of my degrading thoughts. I open my eyes; that's when I realize our position.

He caught me.

His strong arms around my waist and shoulder, his chest against mine, causing my nipples to touch his taut muscles, with only the fabric of our clothes separating us, and what's that poking my abdomen?

Is he… hard?

My eyes widen, my lips parting as I look into his frosty blue eyes, adjusting my glasses.

“Brother… I… Achoo!” I sneeze in his face. “Oh, goddess…” I push him away, but he doesn't let me go; instead, he helps me up on my feet.

I quickly reach for a tissue paper from my bag hanging around my shoulder and stand on tiptoes to wipe his face, my fingers shaking uncontrollably.

“I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry.” I continue to apologize, the urge to cry and sneeze again overwhelming me, but this time I hold it in, and it hurts so much, causing a tear to escape my eyes.

I hate myself.

“It's alright.” Brother mumbles, taking hold of my trembling hand. “Come,” he urges, leading me, and opening the back seat of his dark gray Jeep Wrangler.

I sit, and he helps fasten my seatbelt.

I, on the other hand, was as stiff as a rock as I tried not to focus on his hot, labored breath on my face, his expert fingers touching, and brushing my body, and his body that seemed to hover over mine.

“Done,” he states, looking at my face. I force a stiff smile.

“Thank…” I immediately cover my nose with the tissue paper in my hand, sneezing; my glasses almost fall off.

How awkward is this?

I adjust my glasses after wiping my nose and murmuring,

“I'm sorry. I'll pay for the disinfecting of the car.”

“It's not necessary,” he says, catching me off guard when he places his hand on my forehead. “You're running a fever and have a cold. I will stop at the pharmacy and…”

“No. No.” I wave my hands hurriedly, interrupting him. “I think I am having an allergic reaction. There must be a cat around here.”

He raises a brow at me, and I nod, agreeing with him.

“You are right, I need medicine. Thank you, big brother.” I say, smiling heartily at him. But then he frowns, suddenly emitting a cold aura and shutting the car door so firmly I jump.

‘What did I do?’

I watch as he picks up my suitcase and goes to the back of the car, opening the trunk and putting my suitcase in before closing it.

He gets into the car and drives off.

It was a silent ride, and I couldn't watch one of those short reels to kill time because my head aches whenever I'm inside a car, and looking on the phone will only worsen it.

So my focus moves to the man driving.

I didn't want to look too much, but I couldn't help it; he's too breathtaking as he drives seriously with his jaws clenched.

I don't want to know what he's thinking, looking that serious.

Suddenly, he turns to look at me, and our eyes lock briefly before I look away.

“Are you unhappy staying at my place?” He starts a conversation.

Weird. What's he up to?

“No.” I answer abruptly, and he chuckles, and I can tell by his side profile it wasn't a pleasant laugh.

“Tell me, and I might agree to your wish,” he says, looking into the rearview mirror. I look up, and he's looking at me.

I hold his gaze for seconds before relenting; it's clear he doesn't want me at his home.

I look away angrily and reply,

“I want to stay home with Brandon; it's been so long since I spent quality time with him. And he's beginning to doubt my love for him. I thought spending a week together would assure him how much I love him.” I explain with a soft smile, emphasizing ‘how much I love him’ so Brother doesn't suspect I still think about our little encounter.

I look at him, but he doesn't speak and just keeps driving, and so I don't talk either.

…~…

The car comes to a stop at the pharmacy, and he alights without asking me if I'll need anything; that's how things have changed between us.

If it was in the past, he would have asked if I needed something, and even if I told him I didn't need anything, he would still get me something.

“I wish I had spoken back then.” I whisper, shutting my eyes and relaxing into the seat.

~~~

The first thing I feel is something slick lick over my lips, hot breath fanning my face, and hands behind my neck and waist.

I gasp, my eyes fluttering open.

“B-big… brother.” I stutter, from his face that was only inches from mine, enlarging his facial features.

His wet lips that look like he just licked them, compelling me, luring me to grab his face and kiss him to quench my thirst for him, and damn all my fears of doing something abominable.

I lick my lips instinctively as I hold his hypnotic gaze dazedly.

“You're awake,” he inquires in his alienated tone, and I snap out of my daydream.

“Y-yes.” I mumble flusteredly, sitting up so abruptly, I bump into his face. Reaching for his face, I begin to apologize. “Oh, my goodness. Big brother, I'm very sorry…”

But he stops my advances, an angry scowl on his face, as he mutters coldly,

“We're here.” Then he turns and leaves.

Okay, it seems I was right about someone being pregnant; it just turns out to be my brother instead of Melinda.

Dammit, I can't keep up with his sudden mood swings. I step out as he closes the trunk.

I close the car door, approach him, and stretch my hand to take the suitcase from him, but he takes my hand, yanking me to his side, his hand wrapping around my waist so intimately and dragging me alongside him, his focus ahead and not sparing me a glance, like his hand isn't above my ass.

I tense up at first, my hands curl over my chest, but I begin to walk, looking up at his side profile as he looks forward, with a concentrated expression.

We walk through the lawn and stop at the entrance.

Cassian takes out his keys, reaching for the door to open, when the door is pushed open from inside, revealing a beaming Melinda.

“Honey. You're back.”

How great. The witch is here.