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

by L.C. Davis

"A mate who wasn't present on Grayridge lands, despite your rash assumptions," Constantine counters. "And for the record, I'm here for the very same reason."

SCREAMING

"You were making our lives hell until you disappeared. You fucking kidnapped me! And now you want me to hand over my twin because you got smacked up the side of the head with some dumbass werewolf soul boner?" Constantine blinks and glances over at Raul. "Is he always so...?" "Vulgar?" Raul offers proudly. "Yes."

"What, you think you're too good for my brother?" Constantine blinks at me, and even Raul doesn't seem to know what to do with my outburst. "We don't want him to take Devon, remember?" Raul mutters to me. "I know that!" I hiss. "But that doesn't mean he's gotta be uppity about it. Fuckin' prick."

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Hell, now that I'm pregnant, I can feel about a thousand things at once, half of them conflicting.

Raul has a way of making me feel… safe. Protected. Like everything will be okay as long as I'm with him.

Raul breaks the kiss first, gazing down at me with nothing shy of adoration. "I love you. You know that?" "Really?" I ask in a deadpan tone, slipping my arms around his neck again. "You haven't said anything since lunch, so I wasn't sure."

"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 winces slightly as I grip his hand tighter in response to the next contraction, but he takes it like a champ. And he damn well better, considering I'm in this mess because of him.

Why couldn't I have gotten sucked into a LitRPG instead? Or a nice space fantasy? I'd take alien drones over this shit any day.

I reach out to grab his tie, yanking him toward me with force that surprises me as much as him. "You are getting a vasectomy as soon as this is over," I say through gritted teeth that feel sharper than usual. "Capeesh? And if that doesn't work, you're getting a knot-ectomy." Raul grimaces as the tie constricts around his neck. "I'm not sure that's a thing, love." "Then I'll DIY it!" I snap, howling as another contraction washes over me. "Fuck, that hurts!"

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

"Welcome to the world, little bros," I murmur. "It's gonna be one hell of an adventure."

"Being a bro is a state of mind," I say. "And she's got it. I can tell just by looking at her."

Brad settles back against the pillows. I can tell he's still tired, but he's beaming at our babies like they're the greatest treasures in the world.

Fuck, he's tight. It's been long enough, it's practically like taking him the first time, and he's not even in heat. 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.

Strong, beautiful, fiercely loyal Brad, who challenges me and matches me in ways I never expected.

Every day, the bond between us grows tighter, and the mark on my neck is just the physical proof, but even if it wasn't there, I could feel it. The imprint of him on every inch of me, body and soul.