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.

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.

God, he's hot. 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.

"You're mispronouncing it," Devon says. "How the fuck am I supposed to know how to pronounce this shit when it’s all made up?" I snap. Devon rolls his eyes. "Are you kidding me? Latin is real!

Groaning, Devon says, "At this rate, we're going to summon a demon instead of getting you into that book."

"Ritual magic," I say, because it's easier than coming up with a lie. "Cool," Reese says without missing a beat. "My sister's a witch." "No, your sister just shops at Urban Outfitters," Devon says pointedly.

"That's weird even for you. And you have been looking a little doughy lately." "Fuck you," I say, lifting up my shirt and staring down at my six pack in indignation. Sure, it's not as shredded as usual, but I've been under a lot of stress. "I'm bulking!" "Or you're pregnant," Devon reasons.

"How'd you learn to pronounce Latin so well?" Reese shrugs. "Took it in high school. I met a hot girl on a trip to Spain and wanted to impress her."

"We'll find her the same place you find every other author who's supposed to be writing," Devon says, taking out his phone. When I don't get it, he adds, "Social media.

"Is my hair okay? Do I look chill?" "Your hair is fine, but you're a little to the left of chill. More like someone shoved a frozen crowbar up your ass," I inform him.

"Your grandma has a book of spells that transport random dudes into other worlds to get buttfucked by monster dick?" I ask flatly. Luna and Devon both stare at me in horror.

"How was I supposed to know she'd be so twitchy?" "I don't know, maybe because she's a writer?” Devon asks pointedly. “They're notoriously neurotic. You have to be gentle."

"Like I said, we spent most of our time outside. Running through the woods, swimming in the creek..." A faint smile appears on his face as he says, "I used to turn up rocks and grab earthworms from underneath them to chase him around with." "That's exactly what I'm talking about," I insist. "Brad's the type to swallow a worm on a dare, not be scared of one. None of this makes sense."

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."

Steve pops his head in, sandwich in hand. "Whatcha doin'?" he asks, studying the magic circle like it's only the third weirdest thing he's walked in on this week. And knowing this place, it probably is.

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,"

"Whose turn is it with the brain cell today? Maybe we can get him in here instead."

"Uh, hey, if you guys are done with the pukathon, there's a hot chick downstairs. Says she’s here to see you." "Great," I mutter. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and grimacing at the sour taste. "If it's a Delta Psi, tell them I've got the plague."

"What's this for?" she asks curiously, poking the paddle until it swings on the nail it's hanging from. "Asses, mostly," I answer.

"We mostly just use it for beer pong and makeout sessions.” Luna blinks at me. “With each other, or…?”

After a considerable amount of reflection and mixing copious amounts of alcohol with pills I definitely shouldn't be drinking on, I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to help."

"Considering you're the one who decided cis dudes could get pregnant in your book world." Luna blinks at me. "That's… surprisingly inclusive for a frat bro to specify." "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."

"But you really think you're pregnant?" "He mated with an alpha," Devon says pointedly before I can stop him. Now my face is burning, but there's no point in denying it. "But you're not even in the book anymore," Luna protests.

"Honestly, I forgot I even mentioned there were male omegas in the first book." So much for all Devon's string-board theories about the genius of her worldbuilding. "Great," I mutter. "So I'm living out a plot hole."

Thinking about the accident, and just how close I came to dying, makes me shudder involuntarily. If it hadn't been for that freak twist of fate, I wouldn’t even be standing here today, trying to figure out how to return to a fantastical world where I'm somehow pregnant and attracted to a guy. Yeah, life's weird like that.

I was alone back then, I tell him, taking another step forward. All I had to fight for was vengeance. How touching, Constantine continues, baring his fangs in a nasty grin. And now you have something much more precious to lose. An omega who belongs to me.

"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!"

"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.

My gaze drifts down to his stomach, and I can't help but touch it gently. "I can feel it," I murmur, wonder filling me. "You're soft now." "I'm what? Fuck you!" he bellows. Now there's the charmingly irate Brad I know and love.

"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." 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."

"You don't know what it's like to work that hard on your body and watch it getting wrecked right before your eyes. You probably came out of the womb with a six pack."

"Fuck, I think you got even bigger," I mutter. "Is that portal like a cosmic penis pump or something?" "A what now?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow.

He's got that deep, growly voice that makes me want to purr in response to words that would usually make me want to deck someone. Anyone but him. Hell, sometimes him, too, but we're having a moment here and I worked hard enough for this that I'm gonna enjoy it.

"I didn't cross dimensions for some half-assed shit. I want your knot, the whole fucking shebang."

"You know how hard it is to get through all this time in a frat without getting inked?" I challenge. "You know how many times I came this close to ending up with Steve's face on my ass if I'd lost a bet?" "Consider me infinitely grateful for your good luck," Raul says dryly. "And I do hope you're talking about a tattoo."

"I have no intention of letting you go again," he says with the kind of confidence only a guy with a foot-long dick and an army of werewolves can muster.

I'm the only one who would respond to your scent when you go into heat." "You mean the whole house isn't gonna know I turn into a cock-hungry thot every month I'm not knocked up?" I ask, a bit too eagerly. Raul hesitates, tilting his head in confusion. "I… No...?"