I Broke Into The Alpha's Wedding

Chapter 6

Angela’s POV

Cassian followed me to the front door, and just as I was about to step out, he grabbed my wrist and spun me around.

My back hit the wall as he caged me in with his arms. His right leg slid between mine, his body pressing firmly against me. I tilted my head up to meet his gaze, wriggling in an attempt to escape his hold, but he didn’t budge.

He breathed softly near my ear, the sound so close I could feel his heartbeat.

“Angela, did I do something wrong?” he murmured, his voice low as he trapped me against the wall.

Hearing the pain in his voice, guilt surged through me. I wasn’t even sure if helping him at the wedding was the right choice. I had set him up for a second abandonment in just one day.

“Cassian, I was just trying to help you today, but we’re not meant to be.”

“Why aren’t we? Please, just give me a chance. You’re my mate. The Moon Goddess chose you for me—we’re supposed to belong to each other. In fact, your appearance at the wedding today saved me.”

“Cassian, what I feel for you is sympathy, don’t you understand? Today was supposed to be my wedding day, but my mate ruined everything with a b***h!” I yelled, my voice shaking with rage.

“You are my mate. I don’t believe you can’t feel it,” Cassian insisted, his grip tightening on my hand.

“I’m wolfless! Can’t you see that? I can’t feel the mate bond,” I spat, anger bubbling to the surface. Every wolf dreams of having a strong mate, but I’m not like that. At least now I could end this before it started.

“Angela, I’ll admit it. I used to hope for a powerful she-wolf as my mate. But the moment I saw you at the wedding, I knew you were different from everyone else. You’re my mate—my other half. Suddenly, all my standards for a mate disappeared. There’s no one else I want but you.”

I wanted to turn and run. After what happened with Willard, how could I let myself be deceived again? I'm afraid he might be a jerk, just like Willard.

Cassian’s every word drew me in, but I forced myself to resist.

“Please, Cassian,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Cassian tried to look into my eyes, but I avoided his gaze. I couldn’t meet his eyes; I knew that if I did, I’d soften toward him. I might end up repeating the pain love had brought me before, and I hated how it could affect me like this.

“You can’t do this,” he said, his tone desperate. He wasn’t going to let me push him away easily. If I hadn’t experienced Willard’s betrayal, I might have had the courage to love him.

“Say it. If it’ll make you happy, reject me!” Cassian released my wrist, and I could hear the vulnerability in his voice.

I snapped my head up, meeting his gaze, shock written all over my face.

His sudden shift left me unsure of how to respond.

“Say it, Angela,” he said, his voice dropping even lower as he loomed over me.

His magnetic voice pulled me in, making it impossible to refuse him.

I shook my head, afraid my voice would betray me if I spoke.

His teeth grazed my neck, drawing a soft gasp from me. I could feel his smile against my skin. He knew he’d get what he wanted, no matter what.

I tried to pull away, but he caught my wrists and pinned them above my head, pressing me firmly against the wall. Every inch of him was against me.

“You’re not rejecting me because you feel something for me too, don’t you?”

Hearing his words, my stomach tightened, and an intense longing for him burned within me. Damn it, my body was at war with my mind once again.

His hand slid to my hip, slowly trailing upward. His mouth moved from my neck to my collarbone, nipping gently until fabric stopped him.

His hand finally rested on my chest, kneading with just the right pressure, while his lips continued to plant soft kisses on my bare skin. I could feel my resolve starting to weaken.

A shiver ran down my spine. Just one touch from him, and my body was reduced to a trembling mess.

Stupid body.

“Say it,” he demanded.

I moaned, tilting my head back. The pressure of his hand grew firmer. I felt a dampness between my legs, and I had to bite back the urge to let out a louder moan.

“Cassian, stop,” I whispered, my voice weak. “Please.”

It sounded more like a plea for more than the rejection I intended.

He rested his forehead against my neck, inhaling deeply.

My heart pounded wildly, reason slipping away. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to kiss me. I didn’t care about the differences in our worlds anymore.

“I’m hard, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine.

Oh, f**k.

I cupped his face and kissed him.

He pulled me onto his lap, and I straddled him. I could feel how hard he was, and it only made me crave him more.

His tongue explored my mouth, teasing mine as we moaned into each other. He pressed me closer, deepening the kiss.

His lips trailed down my jaw, then my neck, gently sucking and leaving a trail of heat in their wake before returning to my mouth.

I don’t know where I found the courage, but I bit his bottom lip, drawing a growl from him as he pressed his hardness against me.

I buried my head in the crook of his neck, licking his skin and earning another growl. I kissed along his neck, moving up to his earlobe.

He tasted incredible. I never wanted to taste anything else.

His hands gripped my ass, squeezing as he pushed me harder against him. I was sure my panties were completely soaked.

I licked his earlobe, sucking lightly. His hardness twitched against me.

“f**k, Angela,” he groaned. “I want to f**k you right now.”

I pulled back and met his lust-filled gaze.

At that moment, Cassian’s phone rang.

He tried to ignore it, but it wouldn’t stop, breaking the charged atmosphere in the room.

Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair, finally releasing me to answer the call on the balcony.

I could faintly hear the frantic voice on the other end. “Cassian! You finally picked up.”

“Sean, why are you calling non-stop? What do you want?”

“The bank is hounding me again about the loan.”

Oh, my God. That extravagant wedding was paid for with borrowed money? No wonder his bride ran off.

It seemed his life was even more of a mess than mine. He might owe the bank hundreds of thousands for that wedding.

Well, I guess my help today was for nothing.

I didn’t wait around. Placing the red envelope back on the shoe rack, I slipped out while he was still on the phone.