Bro and the Beast 4 (The Wolf's Mate, #4)

by L.C. Davis

"I don't care what destiny says. I choose Brad."

"I'll choose Brad in this universe, and every other."

But this is his den, and these strange fools are his pack.

A pack he's clearly the alpha of, so I'm not going to challenge him openly in front of the others.

"I certainly didn't imprint on her. I imprinted on you, Brad. I love you. Nothing—and no one—is ever going to change that."

"They're not just… people in a book anymore. They're people I care about. People I love. And you... you're my world now."

"You're my world, too, Brad. And I love you. More than anything."

His slightly rounder stomach is a welcome reminder that he's carrying my pup.

We're bros, man, and bros accept each other no matter what. Even if they're getting boned by a gay werewolf."

"I can smell how much you want me, omega," he says, his voice low and growling.

"That's my omega," he growls, lifting me up the rest of the way to carry me into the room and the adjacent shower like he's carrying back a prize.

The outline of his fangs isn't quite the tattoo I had thought it would be, but it's kind of cool-looking. A reminder of exactly who I belong to, and even though I can't believe I'm okay with that—let alone turned on by it—I am.

"Good boy," he purrs. There it is again. That phrase that should drive me insane, and it does. Just not in any of the right ways.

"Yours," I agree softly. "For the record, you're mine, too." "Always," he says, his breath rustling my damp hair against my neck.

Raul's arms tighten around me, and I let my eyes drift closed. Safe and satisfied in the embrace of my alpha.

Sometimes, it's easy to forget he's a fantasy alpha male from a romance novel, and then other times, it smacks me in the face like a ten-inch cock.

"I'm not a trophy wife!" I snap. "I'm a trophy omega. Get it straight."

When I wake up, there's a puddle of drool where my cheek was and Raul is gazing down at me in pure adoration, like I haven't just been slobbering on him for the last two hours.

Raul is my home, and as long as I get to him, everything will be okay.

The chase is short-lived as the other wolf turns and tackles me with relief, licking my muzzle. I can't help but laugh when I realize who the wolf is. It's Brad.

It's a long story. He pauses, tilting his head adorably. Well, okay, it's actually an extremely short story, but I don't really know the answer.

As if I couldn't love him any more than I already do.

He doesn't need a wolf form to have puppy eyes that have become my Achilles' heel.

"Even if you were a blimp, you'd be the most beautiful blimp to ever exist." "Not. Helping,"

"Of course I'm checking you out. You're my mate," I remind him. "And I happen to think it's hot. It's proof you're carrying my pup. Proof I bred you."

There's no mistaking the panic in his voice, and my heart aches to soothe him.

"That's easy for you to say," Brad snaps, all fiery once again. "You're not the one who's gonna have to shove two cantaloupes through your ass!"