Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

even though my skin has been very sensitive for weeks, and the denim and wool scrape against it like emery boards. The texture of fleece makes me wish there were enough traffic for me to walk into.

He easily resigned himself to a lifetime without her, but… Simply put, he is unwilling to contemplate a universe in which she no longer exists.

“I’m the Alpha of this pack. I know everything.” I squint. “What’s the square root of pi?” “Zero point nine.” “Okay, I should have asked you a question I know the answer to.

“You told me that you loved me, Serena,” he says simply. His eyes are earnest, liquid. So profoundly good. “And while I’m willing to resign myself to an existence without the person I love, I refuse to condemn you to it.”

Serena…she feels like another part of him. His heart, in another body.