Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

“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.”

Her laughter adjusts the spin of his atoms.

“Anything that’s going to happen to you,” he promises, voice honest and pitched low in the swish of the breeze, “is going to be over my dead body.”

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

“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.”