Isn't It Bromantic Novels & Stories

I step so close our lips are almost touching. "What has never happened?" Her breath wisps against my lips and her scent fills me. "My dragon magic blends with yours." "I'm not a dragon," she replies. No she isn't, but if we mate, she would become a glorious dragon. She interrupts my thoughts when she says, "Just so you know, dragonbreath, I won't sleep with you. Brittlemortis is a sexually transmitted disease." She rears back, turns, and walks away. I stand in stupefaction and almost shout that she's making that up. I clamp my jaws shut and shout, "You plan on walking home?"

Too quickly. She laughed, sharp and bitter. “You think I don’t see it? Ever since she came back, you’ve been distant. You barely touch me and barely even look at me.” “I have responsibilities,” I replied. “So do I,” she said. “I am your mate.” The word felt wrong and heavy. Like a chain instead of a bond. “And yet,” she continued, her voice breaking, “you haven’t touched me in weeks.” Silence filled the room. “This is not the time,” I said.

We stopped dancing and he faced Ethan. "I'm her friend!!" Ethan answered meekly and suddenly the man laughed. "You two are friends??" He asked me and I nodded in response. "Friends with benefits??" He laughed at the question and thought it might be funny. "He's just my friend, he's like a brother to me." Ethan grabbed my hand and pulled me a little away from the man. "So, you're like brother and sister? There are people like that, right? They say they're just friends but then doing something--" Ethan was about to punch him but I got ahead of him.

“He is.” The two of them turned to me, Braxton’s eyes narrowing in confusion. “What?” I shot him a quick look — the kind that said play along or die trying. “Yeah,” I repeated, my voice louder this time. “The whole thing — the colors, the flowers, the poetry crap — it’s classic Braxton. Romantic apology move. You nailed it, bro.” Braxton’s lips parted like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but then he caught up with what I was doing. “Right,” he said, nodding slowly. “Yeah. Uh… guilty, I guess.”

“Brady, who could have done this?” He shrugs. “I have no clue. Someone who has connections in the packhouse that wants to hurt you, me, or Jagger. Though I doubt he was their target.” I nod. “It doesn’t make sense for him to be the target. I have a suspicion that my drink was probably tampered with, too. Why would they want us going feral on each other?” Brady looks deep in thought. “He was heavily attracted to you. Maybe it was some crazy aphrodisiac or something. Maybe even a medication that causes arousal.”

I look up hearing a sigh and see Merlos placing her glass down on a nearby table. “I will never understand this yearning you all have for romance and affection. It all sounds so complex and frustrating,” she says with genuine confusion and mild disgust. “You know they have a word for people like you now.” “Bitch is hardly a new word,” she scoffs. “No, I was going to say aromantic,” I correct her. She looks at me offended, “There is absolutely nothing romantic about me. I detest the very concept.” I shake my head, “There are humans, who – much like you – experience little or no romantic attraction to people. They feel love, but the idea of romance or affection is not of interest to them. They

Clementine “He’s my true mate, Brady. I’ll never let you dishonour him by marking me. I’ll kill you first.” I coughed out as he continued to drive. “Oh, honey. I would like to see you try and fight with the wolfsbane running through your system.” “He’s going to wake up and figure it out,” I glossed. It didn’t seem like a good idea to tell Brady that Liam was already awake and was strong enough to heal without my constant presence.

He snapped. Bryce laughed. “It's because this idea is bizarre. I'm not saying you can't pull it off. What I'm trying to say is that you might end up falling in love with her in the process.” He relayed. Dominic waved it off with his hand. “That's not going to happen. I have a heart of stone.” He responded proudly. Bryce shook his head. “It's inevitable, Dominic. You're a wolf, she's a wolf, you two are mates. When you go too close, remember the spark.” He warned.

I catch every alphabet written on it and I narrowed my eyes as I try to remember if I ever see the same thing written somewhere. The familiarity of the way the name was written left me in confusion. It couldn't be- Dominic interrupted me make me shift from staring at the piece and off my thought. "Do you like it?" my lips instantly curved a smile at the question before correcting him, "I love it... I think I want this" Dominic clap his hand excitedly again. "Is this one of Nicolas?" I stop the overly excited man as he begins to walk away from me into the closed-door room.

Even though Brittany thinks he is in love with me, I don’t think so because he has never done anything out of the extraordinary that will make me think he wanted anything outside just friendship. “So, are we telling the beta today, that you want him to claim you or still waiting for your mate?” I move my gaze back to Brake who was standing beside the alpha having that stoic expression, this past weeks I couldn’t even read his mood, before moving it back to Bellini. “I don’t know…” I sighed inwardly before raising my head to the ceiling.