Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

There has to be a limit to how much we crave. Can’t approach infinity, or it’ll stretch us too thin.

“I would throw away my pack, my life, and my entire world for you. Which is the exact reason I cannot have you.”

“You are my mate. I would have wanted you no matter what. I will want you no matter what. But you are also…” He licks his lips. “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.”

I feel close to you. So much so, sometimes I wonder if fate really does exist. When you’re around, the universe feels more bearable. This mate business—does it feel like I have you in my palm? Like we’re tethered to each other? Like I changed you at the nuclear level? Asking for a friend.