Bro and the Beast 5 (The Wolf's Mate, #5)

by L.C. Davis

I bristle at his words. "If you think I can't be overprotective of you, them, Mina, and everyone else in this circus, you seriously underestimate my multitasking capabilities."

"Order, please," the mediator huffs, looking to Raul. "Alpha Raul, if you wouldn't mind keeping your mate under control." "I wouldn't mind," Raul retorts in a dry tone. "If you have a means of doing so, I'm all ears."

"He's on his way," Raul says, pressing a fresh cool cloth to my forehead. I've never seen him looking the way he looks now. Helpless. Guilty. And he should be.

LMAO

Focus on my voice." "Your voice is just making me want to strangle you," I warn him.

Which is a good thing, because I'm quite sure he'd kill me if I impregnated him again. But man, what a way to go.

i hate them

"You hurt him, or you even slightly inconvenience him—and I mean waiting more than a millisecond to pass the salt at the fucking dinner table if he asks—and I will come up there to Grayridge and personally rearrange your insides until they look like a damn Picasso painting. That clear, big guy?" I demand.

"You know what they say," I reply, taking his hand and leading him into the house. "Show, don't tell."

FUCKER