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

by L.C. Davis

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

"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?"

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

The corners of his mouth tilt up slightly. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were worried about me." I grimace. "You're the one who was just telling me our souls are bound together with cosmic superglue or whatever. What happens to me if you get nerfed?"

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."

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.