Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

this a, um…terminal diagnosis?”

“Well, this relationship sure escalated quickly.”

indolent fuckboy with daddy issues.

Faced with proof of the existence of stuff like biologically mandated mates, and hybrids, and the legality of child beauty pageants, it’s hard to discount…anything.

Koen’s decor style of choice seems to be I was going to hang a picture or two but got distracted, my bad.

he likes to read.

Because every single thing I glanced at, grazed, examined, eyed, or even considered when we were at the grocery store, every single thing I decided to walk past, every single thing I told myself I didn’t need—every single thing has somehow made it here, inside Koen’s house.

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 even behave like skid marks on the thong of the universe.”

“Breaking the covenant. I remain tragically unfucked.”

“Could reports of his passing have been greatly exaggerated?” “I ripped his heart out of his chest, chewed it for half a minute, and then spit it into the ocean.” I nod slowly. “A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed.”

“What Koen’s trying to say is that he believes that your

“You have been de-aunted, I fear.”