Bro and the Beast (The Wolf's Mate, #1)

by L.C. Davis

I'm starting to think the sketchier a guy is, the greater the chance he's an alpha.

but as far as I know, that shit is all just fantasy, like cyborgs and reindeer." Raul starts to say something, then stops, frowning. "Reindeer are real, Brad." "Yeah, sure, and I'm sure there are pixies, too," I say with a wave of my hand.

I hesitate, trying to remember. The truth is, I kind of glossed over all the werewolf politics crap to get to the weird wolf sex. The whole knot thing undeniably stuck in my head, and I had to know what that was all about. It started out as kind of a "rubbernecking at a car accident" situation, but then…

"Can't believe I'm stuck in a damn werewolf romance novel and I don't even get to turn into a werewolf," he grumbles, trudging alongside me toward the parking lot behind the mansion.

"I'm good," I say, holding my tongue because I'm way too fucking close to asking if he wants to fill my prescription for dick.