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

by L.C. Davis

"How? You're gonna be in this freaky book world if everything goes according to plan," he counters. "You could always come with us," Raul offers. "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."

Brad catches me staring and arches an eyebrow. "Are you seriously checking me out right now? I look like I swallowed the rest of the football team." "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." His face grows noticeably red, and I can't help but find the signs of embarrassment adorable in his expression as he looks away, clearly flustered. "Oh, for fuck's sake," he mutters.

Devon gives me a look, like she's a sensitive little girl and not the chaos gremlin I know her to be, so I sigh and add, "I'm sure I can get the smell out with some bleach. Or a flamethrower." "Can I feel it?" Mina asks, pointing at my giant stomach. Like I needed the reminder. "You wanna feel the babies kick?" I ask doubtfully. She really isn't the sentimental type, so I'm kind of surprised. She nods, so I shrug. "Knock yourself out."