Villain and the Geek 2 (The Wolf's Mate, #7)

by L.C. Davis

I stab the needle through the fabric stretched across the wooden frame in my hands, envisioning it sticking in Constantine's face. Another stitch to add to my masterpiece—a pillow embroidered with my favorite phrase in elegant script. Go Fuck Yourself

Maybe it's time to finally face the fact that the issue isn't whatever world I happen to be inhabiting at the moment. The issue is me. I'm just not the kind of person anyone—especially Constantine—is going to fall head over heels in love with. Or apparently even respect enough to stick around the morning after.

It also kind of puts a damper on things when your brother is the new main character in your former favorite book, and you can't reread it without needing decades of therapy. Does this world even have therapy? I’m sure Grayridge doesn't. That explains a lot, now that I think about it.

Sure, I've been overlooked, bullied, and rejected all my life, but this cuts deeper than anything that's come before. Because for the first time, I dared to hope. I dared to let myself believe that I might finally find love and belonging. And Constantine took that hope away from me with the same careless ease with which he took my virginity.

This is my fucking dream, and I'm not going to deal with his bullshit when he doesn't even have the decency to talk to me in real life, face to face. Not when I'm the one he's left to take the brunt of the questions and pitying stares from the other members of the household. Fuck him. Even if he is fluffy.

As if sensing my hesitation, Constantine lowers himself to a bow before me. Command me, and I will obey, he murmurs. Whatever it takes to regain your trust, I will do it.

"You shouldn't trust me, little omega. I'm not the hero in this story, remember? I'm the villain."

And he’s so beautiful. The most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen. I don’t deserve him.

"Were you watching me sleep?" he asks drowsily. "I was," I admit hesitantly, unsure why that would be a problem. Devon's eyes sparkle with amusement. "That’s very Edward of you." "Who is this Edward?" I growl, my possessive instincts flaring up. "Your ex? I didn't think you had an ex."