Fallen Heirs (Windsor Academy, #3)

by Laura Lee

Kingston’s a-hundred-percent alpha when it comes to his pack. If you fuck with his people, he’ll rip you to shreds.”

“Oh, and Davenport?” “What?” “You might want to rethink that little nickname you have for her. Because by the way she rules your ass, Jazz is a motherfucking queen.”

He’s not wrong—Jazz is a motherfucking queen. But he left out one very important distinction. She’s my motherfucking queen.

“That I fucking love you, all right? I didn’t want to. God knows I fought it, but I couldn’t stop it. I. Fucking. Love. You.”

“I love you, too, Kingston.” I couldn’t fight the smile stretching across my face if I tried. “Yeah?” Jazz nods. “Yeah.” “Good.” I squeeze her ass cheeks. “Because if you didn’t, that would’ve been really fucking awkward.”

Jazz Rivera is the one. The only. I want this woman to have my babies. I want her face to be the one I see every morning when I wake up, and every evening before I fall asleep. I want to laugh with her, hold her when she cries, fuck her until she sees stars. I want us to grow old together and watch our children have their own children. Some people would probably say I’m naïve, that eighteen is far too young to know when you’ve met the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with, but I’d tell those people to fuck off. There’s not a doubt in my mind, she’s it for me.

I use my finger to grab her belt loop and plant a kiss on her lips. “I love you.” She smiles. “I love you, too.”

“Dude, if I were you, I’d be at motherfucking Tiffany’s the second they open for business.”