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

by L.C. Davis

With the newfound knowledge that he can get pregnant as an omega, Brad's urgency to get back to his world of touchdowns and keg stands is intensifying by the minute. Unfortunately, so is his attraction to Raul, the possessive alpha shifter who broods mysteriously and smells like sandalwood and something uniquely masculine.

"The whole 'cis men getting knocked up' thing is news to me."

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

For some reason, I was expecting a heat hangover. In fact, the only thing that really hurts right now is my ass.

"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?"

"If 'better' is a euphemism for not being horny on main anymore, then yeah, sure,"

"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."

"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.