Bro and the Beast 2 (The Wolf's Mate, #2)

by L.C. Davis

"No," I snap. "No, I don't think you do know. Because if you did know, you'd have fucking said something before you knotted me!"

Ok though, full agree.

"What, you're telling me that giant apple in your pants is stronger than Kevlar?" I challenge.

and I still find myself holding out hope it'll all just be a dream when I open my eyes. But for the first time, there's a tiny, microscopic part of me that isn't sure I want it to.

"I'm not cute," I snap. "Do you have some weird Shallow Hal thing going on where you see me as some tiny 'uwu' beansprout with glittery Hello Kitty eyes and not a swole bro who could bench your whole family?"

"Oh, it's different all right," Brad mutters. "For one thing, there aren't any sanctimonious werewolves who turn you gay with their magical musk."

Omegas have the reputation for being the clingy ones, but I'm starting to think alphas are the real culprits.

When he reaches out to caress my cheek, which is something that's never happened to me in my entire life—but seems to be the go-to expression of care in Book World—I freeze. "You're dangerously close to pulling back a nub, bud," I warn him. He gives me a look like I'm bluffing. "I—fuck!" he cries, yanking his hand back when I bite down on it. "What the hell, Brad?"

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I could punch him in the dick. Or I could play along and humiliate him. I'm in a particularly sadistic mood, so I decide to go with the latter.

"Are you going to deny it?" he challenges. "Please tell me you didn't mate with that asshole just to get me a better prison cell." Before I've fully processed what I'm doing, I have him pinned against the wall by the throat. The look of shock on his face suggests this isn't how Catalina handles her interpersonal conflicts. Oh fucking well.

"If you were taken from me, there's nothing I would stop at to get you back, even if it means tearing this world apart. Or the next."

Raul smiles, and I loathe the butterflies it stirs up in my stomach even more than I loathe him. Time to chug an entire can of Raid.

"Is there any part of you that's going to miss me? Even a little?" I swallow hard, because there is one part of me that already misses him more than I want to admit, and if he steps any closer, he’s going to figure that out. "Nope," I lie. "Sorry, bro. But good luck with your, uh, wolf war and all that."

"Guess I'll just have to miss you enough for the both of us, then. Maybe just one kiss? For good luck."

if I could speak with his tongue halfway down my throat, I would betray myself by asking him to stay. To stay with me for the night. To stay home, forever.

I mean, if I had a badass scar like that, I'd be unstoppable, but that shit is always wasted on emo villains and never guys who'd put it to good use.