Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

“Since you’re so sure that everyone here despises her, including me, 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?”

“Don’t run.” I swallow thickly. “I…Why?” “Walk slowly to the washing machine and get rid of the clothes.” His voice pins me to the ground. Something builds in my belly. “Do not make me chase after you.”

“Killer,” he murmurs. “You smell…” “Good? Bad? Musty? Like beignet?” He lets go of my arm. Runs his tongue over his teeth. “Close. You smell close.”