Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

He is so handsome, I have to close my eyes against it. And I like him so much, I’m going to have to close my heart, too.

“I like you more than anyone I’ve met since Misery. And when I’m with you, I feel…a little less like half of two things, and a little more whole. And when you touch me, it feels right. So right that I forget it’s wrong. I forget that you’re the heart of this pack. I forget that thousands of people rely on you, and that every moment I spend with you, I’m taking something away from them.”

He sits quietly, looking up at me like I’m a queen. His life and death are but my decision. He wouldn’t dream of objecting. If I want to carve his heart out of his chest, he’ll crack his rib cage open and lie prone for me.