Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

“Look at you guys. Having stores.” He pulls the hand brake. “And indoor plumbing. And statistics.”

Koen Alexander is choosing and paying for my panties. The situation is so ludicrous, I can’t quite bite back a hysterical chuckle.

“Please. Let me make you pretty.” “I’m already pretty. I’m fucking stupendous.”

“I invited them because I wanted you to know who these twatwaffles are in case you need something from them—not to play house and entertain them.”

“I ripped his heart out of his chest, chewed it for half a minute, and then spit it into the ocean.” I nod slowly. “A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow morning. If anything happens to me, what do you do?” “Buy a black veil, pretend I’m a widow, cash in on your life insurance.”

“If you think I’m going to let you die, Serena, you know fuck all.”

“You are the heart of this pack, Koen.” He nods. Even as he says, “And you are mine, Serena.”

“I should have,” Koen mutters. In the sunlight, his eyes look darker than usual. “What?” “Chained you to my fucking radiator. I still could. I will.”