The Bookish Girl's Guide to Mating with a Werewolf (Mate Hunted Book 1)

by Lola Glass

did something stupid Jade You read another dark romance book? Last time you did that, you were weird for like two days Me In my defense, books affect me very strongly

I looked at him again, and another sound tore through the air. It was angrier. More savage. Almost like a snarl. “Look at Nico,” the newcomer barked.

“Do you know about werewolves?” Nico’s friend asked. “Only what I learned from smutty romance books.” The answer slipped out before I could stop it.

“Fantastic,” the friend muttered. “I’ll be back. Don’t look at any other men, and don’t move. Better yet, step closer to Nico.”

“He won’t hurt you,” the friend said quickly. Too quickly. “Nico and his wolf are always in agreement. He probably hasn’t shifted because they don’t think it’s safe for you in here. Getting outside as soon as possible is ideal.” “Theoretically, if I tried to run to my car right now, what exactly would happen?” I tried to sound upbeat, and like I wasn’t considering doing exactly that. “He’d catch you,” the newcomer said, just as direct as before. “And bite you, probably.” I was starting to prefer him over the friend. “So much for him not hurting me.” “Not that kind of bite, Cupcake,” the newcomer drawled. “What other kind of biting is there?” “The kind where he marks you as his mate for life. It would make him your husband, whether you liked it or not.”

“What Graham Cracker forgot to mention is that you accidentally triggered something with Nico that we werewolves call a Mate Hunt,” Ethan revised. “He’s going to be stuck in his wolf form until the wolf has decided you’re not going to reject him. Then he’s going to bite you, and you’re going to turn into a wolf too. After your wolf decides he’s not a piece of shit, she’ll bite him back, and you’ll have sex. The end.”

“It’s a dog,” I said weakly. “That’s not a dog,” Jade said bluntly. “Sure it is.” I waved toward him. “Sit, Nico.” He was still staring at me—but he did sit. Slowly. Almost sarcastically.

“You’re going to be fine, Abigail. Just let go,” I repeated. “In my fantasy, you’d be saying that to me while we screwed. Not spouted fur.” A laugh escaped me. It caught me off guard. When was the last time I’d laughed?

“I never thought I’d have a mate. That doesn’t mean I don’t want you, Abigail.” His voice was lower. Rougher.

“Abby, I’ve never even wanted a woman before, and I’ve nearly come in this damn towel half a dozen times since we’ve been in here. Your ass is perfect. Your tits are perfect. Your whole fucking body is perfect. Stop trying to convince me otherwise.”