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."

"It won't come to that," Raul says in a soft, reassuring tone. I'm not sure he can guarantee that, but when he talks in that soothing voice, it's easy to let myself live in delusion land.

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.

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

"I'm starting to think you two have more stubbornness than blood running through your veins."

"Raul isn't in charge of me," I remind him. My mate has finally figured that out, so I'm surprised I need to tell my own brother. "He doesn't get to decide that." "No, but you wouldn't do that to him," Devon presses. I clench my jaw, irritated because I know he's right.

"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."

"My Kappa Nu bros may be my bros for life, but there's no bro like my real bro," I tell him. Devon blinks. "You know, that actually made sense, and that scares the shit out of me."

"You tell that asshole if he hurts you, or even pisses you off, I'm gonna spit roast him on a rusty goal post," I grumble in his ear. Devon winces and I let him go. "Thanks for that haunting mental image. But you can tell him yourself at the Council meeting." "Oh, I'll tell him all that and more," I assure him. Just because I'm being supportive doesn't mean I have to like it. If there's any silver lining to this, I guess it's that I can make Constantine's life a living hell a hell of a lot easier if he's my brother in law.

"Were you seriously eavesdropping?" Trent asks. "I wasn't eavesdropping," I say in my defense. "I was just listening at an opportune time."