Celestial Alphas (Nexus, #2)

by G. Bailey

I’m going to get myself out of here on my own. Like I’ve done everything. It’s always just been me. Because I won’t be used as a weapon by anybody.

“Fucking bastard,” a familiar voice mutters near my ear as I’m carefully placed on a bed. “Tell me you’re okay, Gwenieve? Tell me you hate me and you want me fucking dead. Anything. Try to kill me. I won’t even fucking stop you this time…come on…”

“Have my life, my Nexus, anything! Wake up and tell me you hate me. Tell me to fuck off and kiss me like I’m nothing to you. I’ll take anything, but open those pretty eyes, Gwen. WAKE UP!”

Some men shouldn’t be allowed to talk…especially if they only talk shit.

“Neither do I. This isn’t a game to me. Well, I guess if you want to call it a game, it’s one I’m playing for keeps. I want forever with you.” My cheeks flush. “And what I tell you will hurt you, because it hurt me, and I see in your face that there will be a line that we will need to cross together. It has to come from you, not me.”