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

by L.C. Davis

"You look… different from the last time we met." I snarl in response. Is this motherfucker calling me fat?

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

"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."

Fuck. I really am going to give birth out of my ass. 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.

Just like when I got to go backstage at that Nickelback concert—but

Omg not Nickelback