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

Something tells me crafting profane pillows isn't what Elaine had in mind when she told me to take up an "omega-approved" hobby. But the only other options she gave me were baking from scratch using hand-milled flour and cleaning in a skimpy maid costume that looks like if Spirit Halloween tried and failed to appeal to Black Butler cosplayers.

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.

Enough waiting. I will discover the truth myself, consequences be damned. If my omega never forgives me, at least I will know he's safe. If that means I have to mark him in front of every goddamn Stone Hollow wolf as they lay bloodied at my feet, so be it. Is this love?