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He paused then: "Well, whatever. Won’t hurt you to experience the side of Victor that doesn’t treat you like you’re invisible or annoying. Trust me—that version of him? Every woman’s fantasy. He's irredeemable when he's in love. Sometimes, I even wish I were Victor's girlfriend." Dad blinked. I blinked. Tyler kept talking. "The way he loves? The way he spoils the woman he's with? The money? The attention? Probably writes you poetry and calls you ‘my sun and stars’ or some romantic crap.” He paused, then suddenly straightened, sniffing dramatically and waving a hand. “I’m straight. Extremely straight." He pointed at both of us. "Don’t get any ideas. I'm straight, okay? This is purely bromanti

I said interjecting, “That ‘hot chick’ happens to be my little sister.” “Which is exactly why the bromance between you and Blake is weird.” I blushed at the word he used. I know he didn’t mean anything by it, but I still felt a little bit giddy that the relationship I had with Blake would be described as a bromance by none other than his friend who also participated in torturing me for years.

For me he was more than just a Beta, he was my brother and we have been thick as thieves since we were little kids and we have a lot in common. I like how meticulous he is and how he knows when to be my beta, when to be my brother, and when to be my friend. I looked at him with pride in my eyes, as I see how much he has grown from a timid shy boy to a strong, handsome man. He gives me the what look and I just smile and hug him. “Thank you for being by my side.” I say to him “Always, Dylan. Always” he replied hugging me back. “Okay, what’s this show of bromance out here?” Cecelia asked behind us causing us to break the hug,” Like you said it’s a bromance, you don’t need to know” Aidan replied

Brandon winks at me, kisses my hand and returns to his group. Meanwhile, I'm just standing there like: what the fuck just happened? "Wow. Did that just happen?" Sammy appears beside me. "It did," Clare responds. "Congrats our Bree boy!" I roll my eyes and Ash flings his arm over my shoulder. "That double date is soooo happening.." "Oh, the BranBree and AlexAsh double date you've been dreaming of?" Clare asks. Ash glares at her. "Yes. And AlexSammy and JaceClare are not invited!"

The crowd erupted in laughter. “Well, don’t let it go to your head, Hendrick,” Ace called across the tables, grinning as Tess nudged his ribs. “Two kings or not, you still owe me a rematch on the training grounds.” “Not tonight, he doesn’t,” Tess countered with a wink at Lilly. “Tonight belongs to them.” Brent and Braxten pushed through the throng, their mates on their arms, both brothers wearing wide smiles. “There’ll always be a place for you two here at White Claw Pack,” Brent said, clapping me on the shoulder.

He was angry. "Chill, dude. What's the problem?" Nic groaned while holding my shoulder. I saw that Bryan clenched his fist even more as his eyes glazed over at Nic's hand holding my shoulder. "Back off. It's none of your business. "Bryan answered seriously, still looking at Nic's hands and my shoulders. "My fiancee is involved here. That makes this thing my business." Nic said gently. "Fiancee? Right!" Bryan sarcastically said and laughed bitterly and left.

He started by stating the reason we were all there, congratulating every student on their graduation. “Tonight, the goddess has blessed us with a full moon, the perfect night to find our mates, to connect with the ones we love and bond with our life partners.” He uttered then briefly glanced at me, causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach. “He's talking about you…” Xyla cooed and I smiled. “Stop it!” I chastised her, softly. “I'm not exempted, I also have a mate and she's the best thing that can happen to me!” Xandros announced.

Regardless, it was hot as sin watching her enchant Brock—a man who was not easily enchanted. An hour later, Cam was on his third shot and Domini and Brock had quit drinking entirely. But they hadn’t stopped the sexy banter, arguing the pros and cons of mail-order brides. “Not speaking the same language would be a huge bonus,” Brock pointed out. “Then she couldn’t nag me.” “You, Brock Tennyson, are trying to get under my skin.” “No, sweetheart, I’m trying to get into your pants.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Is it working?”