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it’s better this way. I sincerely hope that this will be the worst day of your life.”
She tore him apart and remade him. It took her less than a second.
“You wouldn’t want me anyway, if it weren’t for the whole biology thing. I’m a mess,” I say, subdued, barely audible. He hears me, though. “Oh, yeah. You are.” “Hey.” My chin juts out. “I can say it. You shouldn’t.” “Serena, you’re a half-Human Were who admits to being a serial liar, doesn’t know how electricity works, and is undoubtedly swimming in complex PTSD. Believe me, a toddler can say it.”
She expects little and is not easily offended. It makes pushing her away frustratingly hard.
jizzmuffin,
“I think you owe me an apology.” “For what?” “The way you stared at my tits.” Silence. Then, instead of the I’m sorry or Go to fucking sleep I expect, he says, “I think you owe me an apology.” “For what?” “How spectacular your tits are.”
“I can walk.” “Me too. Wanna start a club?”
His leadership philosophy seems to be if inconvenient, why not dead?
“I’m simply going to lock you up, killer. If I have to chain you to my fucking bed to keep you alive, I will not hesitate.”
“Well, that’s too bad. Because I don’t want you to feel safe.” “You…don’t?” Glaring, he leans toward me, full of something vicious that I cannot name. “I want you to be scared shitless, Serena. I want you so fucking terrified of me, you won’t even dream of not doing what I say. I want you to feel like your soft little throat is in my hands, and I want you to be so afraid that I’ll tear into it that when I tell you to do something for your own fucking safety, you won’t consider saying anything but ‘Yes, Alpha.’ ”
“What is your preferred morning upper?” Amanda asks with a wide smile when I find the kitchen after some wandering. “Coffee? Tea? Methamphetamine?”
“Pretty sure being Alpha of this pack doesn’t give you a pass to eavesdrop on people.” “Pretty sure being Alpha of this pack gives me a pass to run people through the paper shredder and make dinosaur-shaped nuggies out of what’s left.”
he can be highly perceptive—and that meshes poorly with my secrets.
“Stubborn and stupid is just a couple letters’ difference.”
Cute, how she thinks he’d ever let her out of his sight.
“I had an idea. To show the gratitude I cannot verbalize.” “We already discussed it.” His voice is a low murmur, too. “Dusting.” “The problem is, you do not own a duster. You barely own fixtures.” “I’ll buy more useless shit. To keep you busy.”
the truths we seek are often not the ones we find.
I pointedly lower my eyes to his dick, which swings between his legs like the world’s wrinkliest Christmas ornament.
“Could reports of his passing have been greatly exaggerated?” “I ripped his heart out of his chest, chewed it for half a minute, and then spit it into the ocean.”
It’s wrong. Let’s do it anyway, though.
When two people fall in love, how many nights do they spend together, doing absolutely nothing, before they’ve had their fill? How many silences and crosswords and mugs of tea do they share?
If you’re not going to let me bullshit an answer, just stop asking questions.”
“I would throw away my pack, my life, and my entire world for you. Which is the exact reason I cannot have you.”
“Am I Mommy in this scenario?” “Or Daddy,” Saul offers. “You get to pick first, since you provide the pancakes.”
He is so handsome, I have to close my eyes against it. And I like him so much, I’m going to have to close my heart, too.
give yourself some grace.” The corner of his mouth twitches. “Maybe it’ll give me permission to grab some for myself, too.”
Lots of people like babies in theory but not in practice.
He is afraid—not only of what might happen to her, but also of what he might do to the world in retaliation.
nuttier than banana bread.
She is meant for him, but they couldn’t be more impossible.
“If someone had given me a piece of paper and asked me to list everything I liked, everything I dreamed of, everything that I was sure would make me happy, you would have been the final product of it.”
Pitiful, twitterpated men are very entertaining.”
If it’s all going to shit anyway, let it go to shit while I’m in his lap.
“Such a fucking nuisance.” I wonder why it took me until this very moment to realize that it’s been his way of saying I love you all along.
