Alphas Like Us (Like Us, #3)

by Krista Ritchie

You’re not cool enough to be a ghost, so you’re not allowed to die. – Kinney

My dad’s brows scrunch at me. “Did your mom and I not teach you the art of being a couch potato? Jesus Christ, I’ve truly failed as a parent.”

my brain translates a text as Farrow gifting me a piece of red construction paper shaped into a heart, glitter glued to it. Fuck. My. Sappy. Brain.

“Loren!” Rose yells above her seven kids. “You’ve reached a new level of low. Ruining the children’s sandcastle.” “So now they’re children?!” he yells back. “Because for two decades, I thought you’ve been calling them gremlins.” She does call her kids gremlins. It’s widely known.