Pack Darling: Part Two (Pack Darling, #2)

by Lola Rock

Jett and Finn make a killer team. Not good cop, bad cop but the cold sociopath and the crazy sociopath. They’ll get the info.

i love them both

Watching me the same way I watch lava cakes, Finn offers me a shard of green pottery. “Killed it for you.” “What…” I suck in a breath because holy shit. The toe-breaking toad is dead. The perfect gift.

STOP WHY AM I SWOONING

So even if I’m not a leader, even if I ruin every fucking thing, I have to step up. “You’re a kickass team leader, and there’s no one I trust more to have my back on a mission. But when it comes to the pack, you have the emotional intelligence of a fucking gummy bear.”

me ❤️

Fucker probably has snake scales. I’ll pop them off one-by-one and use ‘em to make Lilah a little clutch. She needs somewhere to keep my leash.

I WANT FIN TO MAKE ME A CLUTCH

Things that keep Finnegan Wyvern from cliff-diving into the abyss: Lilah Saunas Mating Lilah Shopping for Lilah Saunas with Lilah? Bar fights

my perfect man

Thankfully, they don’t ask for my booklist. I’d have to lie and pretend I read anything other than tax law and shifter smut.

also me ❤️

“Soothe your omega,” Celeste croons, ignoring my slow internal meltdown. “Stroke its back and say something sweet.” My “omega” is a demented life-sized sock doll spritzed with synthetic pheromones.

doll: 1 Atlas: 0

So not only do I have this creepy fucking scarecrow hugged to my chest in a room full of alphas wearing my same how-did-we-get-here stare, but my dick’s also raging hard and ready to breed a dummy full of mutant polyester spawn.

HAHAHAHAHAHAH

“What happened?” I rub her back, stroking the silk of her wet hair. “Flashback.” “Of?” Someone new to kill? “Barrel.” Fuck.

Well, I’m not killing myself.

LMAO FIN I STG