Bro and the Beast 3 (The Wolf's Mate, #3)

by L.C. Davis

"Reese says you're dying." "I'm not dying. I just don't want nachos," I clarify, rolling my eyes. "It's the same thing!" Reese calls as he walks by.

Devon rolls his eyes. "Are you kidding me? Latin is real! Did you think it was just some fantasy language they made up for movies like Elvish or something?" I shrug, feeling my cheeks heat up. "I thought it was like all those Enya songs." Groaning, Devon says, "At this rate, we're going to summon a demon instead of getting you into that book."

Reese holds his hands up defensively and says, "Hey, man, I'm not judging. My cousin is half-gay." "Half-gay?" Devon echoes incredulously. "Do you mean bisexual?" Reese considers this for a moment before shaking his head. "Nah."

"Who's the naked dude?" "That would be Raul," I answer, folding my arms. Reese stares at him blankly for a few seconds before asking, "Raul as in the werewolf guy who was railing that dude with the same name as you in the book?" "Idiot," Luna mutters, burying her face in her palm.

"Brad," I whisper against his ear, "you've made me the happiest alpha in the world." "You'd better hope you succeeded at knocking me up, because if you don't put me down in the next three seconds, you're getting neutered," he grits out.

Brad's face turns a bit red, and he refuses to meet my eyes, which is usually a sign he's flustered. Or feeling something he doesn't want to feel. "Yeah, well, I wasn't gonna let you get away with knocking me up and going back to shacking up with Thousand Island dressing."

"I don't need to read your mind. It's written all over your face. And in the way you kiss me." I feel my face grow hot at the reminder of how much he affects me. How easily. This son of a bitch is either going to be the death of me or what's left of my supposed heterosexuality.