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

by L.C. Davis

"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."

"Easy for you to say," I grumble. "You're not the one that's gonna be pushing a human out of your... ass?" I ask hopefully.

"I have a jet in my world." Reese glances dubiously at him in the rearview mirror. "So does that make Brad, like, a trophy wife or something?" "I'm not a trophy wife!" I snap. "I'm a trophy omega. Get it straight."

"Fuck it," he mutters, stalking forward. "I'm going, too." Brad's face lights up. "Seriously?" "What the hell." Reese shrugs. "I did say I'd do anything to get out of finals."

"No," he says slowly, looking down toward my stomach. "I mean you're very pregnant." I follow his gaze, and when I realize I can't see my feet anymore over my stomach, I let out a scream of panic. My hands fly to my swollen belly, and it feels all too real. Stretch marks and all. "What the fuck?" I cry, staggering back even though it's not like I can escape it.

"Awesome!" he exclaims, following Hannah toward the kitchen. "So do you guys have an air fryer?" "A what now?" Hannah replies, her voice trailing off as they disappear into the other room. Did I mention to Reese that this place is set in the '80s?

That's one thing I can't fault Luna on. That and his giant cock.