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

by L.C. Davis

"I don't care what destiny says. I choose Brad." My gaze finds his, and the warmth in his eyes chases away the chill trying to settle in my bones. "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.

A smile flickers across Brad's lips. "You really meant all that shit about choosing me in every universe, huh?" "Of course I meant it," I say. "I don't care whether my entire world really was some fantasy concocted by that strange woman, or if this is all just a dream. As long as I have you, it doesn't matter to me."

I imprinted on you, Brad. I love you. Nothing—and no one—is ever going to change that."

Brad looks up at me, more vulnerability in his eyes than I've ever seen before. "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." He looks away, his face turning red. "God, I'm starting to sound like you." I chuckle, reaching down to tilt his chin toward me. "You're my world, too, Brad. And I love you. More than anything."

"You should know us better than that. We're bros, man, and bros accept each other no matter what. Even if they're getting boned by a gay werewolf." "Especially then," Steve says in a matter-of-fact tone.

"This is Raul. He's my, uh..." "Mate," Raul offers proudly. I gulp. "Yeah. Mate."

"Newsflash, Brad. We're all just stories dreamed up in someone else's head. And judging from what I've seen of yours, it's a comedy,"

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."