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.

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.

If only there was some sort of thing you could stick into a book to keep your place. Like... a place keeper. Maybe I'll go on Shark Tank with that shit once I figure all this out.

"Besides, if anything's misogynistic, it's having a main character with zero personality who exists to think about Raul's abs, shit on the other women in the book for no reason, and get rescued all the time by the dudes."

"Hell yeah, we want snacks," I say. "Can you bring that mango salsa and the pork rinds?" Reese looks horrified. "You want to eat those together?"

I think we’re all forgetting a massive detail.

"Or you're pregnant," Devon reasons.

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"Your grandma has a book of spells that transport random dudes into other worlds to get buttfucked by monster dick?" I ask flatly.

I'm starting to think you might be a little gay, bro." "Oh really?" Devon deadpans, raising an eyebrow. "What gave you that impression?" "Shut up, Devon," I snap, feeling my face heat up with embarrassment. "I'm not gay." 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."

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Devon pinches the bridge of his nose, but before he can say anything, Reese chimes in with, "We're doing witchcraft. Brad's a gay furry now,"

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"Oh my God," Devon mutters, rubbing his forehead. "Whose turn is it with the brain cell today? Maybe we can get him in here instead."

From the bathtub, Steve lets out a weak groan of despair. "I wanna see the milf."

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You'd better fucking wait for me, Raul. I’m coming home.

"Kappa Nu is an equal opportunity frat," I reply. "We've got a couple of trans bros, too. They get hazed the same as everyone else."

Each one reveals a different scene from the book world, flickering and shifting before our eyes.

I can think of a few book worlds I’d want to be a part of. I can also think of a few worlds I wouldn’t want to be a part of (Lily Mayne’s Monstrous series for one)

"Where the fuck did the naked guy come from? It's not even rush week!" Kevin cries. "Holy shit, his dick is huge," Steve says, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. "The fuck, bro?" Kevin asks, eyeing Steve warily. "Why're you looking at the naked wolfman's dick?" "Are you kidding?" Steven snaps. "That thing is huge, it was looking at me first!"

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"Raul as in the werewolf guy who was railing that dude with the same name as you in the book?"

Sure, she's a neurotic mess who runs on booze and clichés, but her taste in men? Top fucking notch.

"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.

"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.

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His hands slide under my shirt, grazing my stomach. I tense, embarrassed at how soft I've gotten since we were last together. Raul notices immediately, frowning as he pulls back to examine my body. "What's wrong?" he asks, his brow furrowing in concern. "Nothing," I lie, but Raul sees right through it. His hands slide up to cup my pecs, thumbs brushing over my nipples. I gasp as arousal wars with my insecurity, heat flooding my body. "You're perfect," Raul says firmly. "Every inch of you."