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The last thing I remember is going to bed being hella emo, but now, suddenly, I'm here.
You went into a coma after that drunk asshole ran you off the road and you hit your head, but they said it was amazing there wasn't even more damage."
that means... Raul and the world I left behind really were just a dream? I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself not to panic.
My heart sinks, but I can't help clinging to the hope that Raul and my time with him was more than just a dream. Or a hallucination.
Unless… Unless she’s back in my place, where she should have been from the beginning. Catalina. The woman Raul actually loves.
More than anything, I want to know it was real. I need it to be real.
They're not used to seeing their alpha lose his cool, which is why I sent Mina upstairs, but when it comes to my mate...
Is it even possible to be homesick for a person? One who doesn't even exist?
but on a scale from shitty rich people restaurants where they serve you one olive seed at a time on fire to TGI Friday's at happy hour, he's a solid Panera Bread.
If I can find that book again, maybe I can find a way back to Raul and the others. To my pack. Because, as crazy as it sounds, that's what they've become. My family. My home.
Wherever Brad is, and however he was taken from me, I will get him back. Even if I have to tear through the pages of reality itself.
There's nothing else, no more text magically writing itself. Just blank pages waiting to be filled.
Bang bang, squirt squirt, motherfucker's dead and they all lived happily ever after, bitch."
"You're the only person I trust. The only person who could possibly understand what all this means to me. What... he means."
When I was in there, all I wanted to do was get back here. To make things right with you, mostly, and now...." "All you want is to get back to him," Devon says softly.
No matter what the rest of those blank pages hold in the future, I can't let this be the way our story ends.
I thought if anything, being back in the real world would help me shake off these feelings, but nope. They're still there, stubborn and gay as ever.
"Uh, sure, as long as we're not summoning any demons or anything." Reese looks a bit wary as he eyes the magic circle on the floor.
"Your grandma has a book of spells that transport random dudes into other worlds to get buttfucked by monster dick?" I ask flatly.
because even if she is the one that totally fucked up my life, she's also the one who invented the man I love.
A world I'd give absolutely fucking anything to get back to.
and I let you prick my finger for blood. I deserve to know what we're doing here."
"It's just a coincidence that the guy in the book's name is Brad, okay? Can we please just get back to the witchcraft?"
"How would this possibly be related to the econ final?"
"We're doing witchcraft. Brad's a gay furry now," he says, as if those thoughts
"You realize at some point we're going to have to talk about the very bizarre but very real possibility that you're pregnant, right?"
"If it's a Delta Psi, tell them I've got the plague."
You'd better fucking wait for me, Raul. I’m coming home.
Because no matter where I am, being in Raul's arms is the only place that's ever really felt like home.
"Are you kidding?" Steven snaps. "That thing is huge, it was looking at me first!"
Sure, she's a neurotic mess who runs on booze and clichés, but her taste in men? Top fucking notch.
"Yeah," I say, turning to Raul. "I, uh, think I'm pregnant."
My mate is pregnant?
but now, the revelation that Brad might be carrying my child sends a surge of joy through me.
"Brad," I whisper against his ear, "you've made me the happiest alpha in the world."
Panic rises in my chest at the thought of him being injured. Especially now that I know he’s carrying my pup.
"My love, you can't exert yourself like this in your condition," I admonish him softly, pressing my lips to his injured knuckles. "Snip snip," he hisses in a warning tone, cradling his fist.
Not when his safety—and that of our unborn child—are at risk.
"I searched everywhere for you. When I couldn't find you, I thought I lost you forever. And to think, all this time, you were trying to find a way back to me."
"There's no one but you, Brad. Not then, not now, not ever."
It's like a part of me that's been missing has finally returned, and I need to hold him close to make sure it's real.
"Is it really so bad to want me the way I want you?"
"I don't care what clothes the bed is wearing," I inform him. "As long as yours come off."
But a part of me was afraid he wouldn't miss me. That his devotion was a spell that would last only as long as I was trapped in his world, and that whatever bond there was connecting us would dissolve as soon as we were back in our own places.
This son of a bitch is either going to be the death of me or what's left of my supposed heterosexuality.
"Just proof you're carrying my baby. Or babies. Which is absurdly hot to an alpha, by the way."
"There you go," Raul says. "You're doing so well for me." I flush at the praise, clenching around his cock.
"So tight and perfect for your alpha, Brad. You were made for this."
And whether I want to admit it or not, he's right about one thing—my body is clearly primed to respond to his. To crave everything he has to offer.
"Right here. Then you'll bear my mark and everyone will know you're mine. Forever."
