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

by L.C. Davis

"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."

"What part of fuck off was unclear? Because recent events lead me to believe you know what 'fuck' means. Is it the adjective that threw you?" "Pretty sure that's a preposition," he answers.

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

that's nothing compared to the way he makes me feel. Like I'm an armadillo on its back and all my mushy insides are vulnerable and exposed.

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.