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

by L.C. Davis

"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."

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

Raul heaves a weary sigh. "I suppose this is the point where we have a lengthy back and forth argument, where I say, 'Absolutely not,' and you say, 'Fuck you, I do what I want,' ad nauseum until you try to punch me, sprain your wrist, and I have to distract you with a kiss." I look up at him, mustering a half-hearted glare. "We can skip to the 'fuck you' part right now." There's a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he reaches down to stroke his fingertips along the edge of my jaw. "Or we could skip really far ahead, right to the fucking part."

A smirk tugs at his lips, his eyes darkening with lust as they travel down my body. "You know, theoretically, I'm supposed to be the one in charge here." "Yeah, sounds like a great theory to ponder in a study," I quip. "Not sure it's gonna hold out there, though."

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."

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.

"Welcome to the world, little bros," I murmur. "It's gonna be one hell of an adventure." "Bros?" Raul echoes, his eyes glimmering with amusement. "Isn't she more of a sis?" "Being a bro is a state of mind," I say. "And she's got it. I can tell just by looking at her."

"Proud?" he echoes in disbelief. "Why?" "Because for the first time, I feel like you're actually making a choice for yourself," I answer. "Not for me, not for our parents, just... you." "What if it's not the right choice?" he protests. "Might not be," I admit with a shrug. "There's no way to know until you go for it. And I do know that you're going to spend the rest of your life regretting it if you don't."

"Rewriting history's easy enough. Bunch of assholes do it all the time. Rewriting someone else's story and making it your own, though? That's a little harder."

"And I'm happy for you, little bro. I'm proud of you. Always have been." "That's all I've ever wanted," Devon says, a few tears in his eyes. At least I'm not the only one. "But for the first time in my life, I want to be proud of myself."

Maybe I got a little too used to Devon living in my shadow, for all the shit I used to give him about it. Now, it's time for us both to stand on our own.

"Hey, I got sucked into the last one! You think I'm gonna just pick up Moby Dick and end up stripping for fish?" I challenge. Luna blinks at me. "What exactly do you think Moby Dick is about?" Before I can answer, she holds up her hands and sighs. "No. You know what? I don't even want to know."