Alpha Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #2)

by Caroline Peckham

"Nah, wild girl, I don't think so. I've done enough bad shit, good shit and damn outrageous shit in my lifetime to figure out that there's a difference between what's easy and what's worthwhile. And you, sweetheart, are the most worthwhile Fae I've met during my entire incarceration and maybe even before that too.

"My own, personal obsession. My drug of choice, the answer to all of my desires rolled up into one little, Faetalian ball of danger. I think you might be my downfall, wild girl. But I think I like the idea of that too."

She was a goddess, a fucking queen. I didn’t know when I’d realised that, but I knew it in the depths of my soul and I wouldn’t let this piece of shit get away with disrespecting her.

"I love you, Rosa. I love you in all the ways I thought I shouldn't and I'm sick of being afraid of that. I'm sick of wanting you and not having you. Of needing you and not owning you. I meant it when I said I wanted to run away to a desert island with you. But I'd stay in Darkmore for the rest of my life if this was the only place where you were too."