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“Is this a, um…terminal diagnosis?” His lips twitch. “No cure, I’m afraid.” “I see.” I clear my throat. “Well, this relationship sure escalated quickly.”
“Oh, killer. I’m happy to spell it out for you, if you need me to.” “I do need you to. Like I’m five, preferably.” “Not sure I can make it anything under NC-17.”
“You’re the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen,” he says simply.
And you seem like a great guy. You’re, um, gainfully employed, and look like you spend lots of time shirtless chopping firewood—”
“I meant what I said, killer. This mate thing is about fucking. The part of me that matters isn’t interested in you. Like me, or don’t,” he says kindly. “I really couldn’t care less.”
His childhood dream was probably to become a hall monitor.
His leadership philosophy seems to be if inconvenient, why not dead?
let this be known: fuck with my mate, and I’m going to kill you so slowly, draw it out so long, tectonic plates will move and create whole new mountain ranges. And when the rest of your family comes to avenge you, I’ll do the same to them. And if your friends come, I’m not
going to fucking stop. Not even if all that’s left of the pack is me and her. I will paint this entire territory green before I let anyone in the pack spill a single drop of red. Okay?”
Koen’s heat is like…like thermal water.
“That sounded mean,” I say softly. “Yeah. Unfortunately, I am mean.”
“I told you,” he says calmly. All of a sudden, he’s ice cold. “I’m not interested.”
“I’ll support you no matter what. Whether you take the injection or decide to spend your Heat with someone.”
“You’re my mate, but I’m not yours. There will be other keys for you.”
“In a matter of days, you’re going to leave, and I’ll spend the rest of my life as your fucking servant. Whatever you ask me for, you’ll have. But here you are. Defenseless. Mine for a short time.”
He is—perfect. Mine, mine, mine. Not mine at all.
In a way, it’s our first time. In all ways, it’s the last.
“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.”
“And you didn’t. I begged you, and you didn’t.” “Ask me now, and I’ll do it. I’ll do it right here—” “Why didn’t you then?”
You did do the same—you married some dude you didn’t know to come look for me in enemy territory. How is that less irresponsible
