More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
My body ached with unshed energy. Anger. Violence. I needed a shower. I needed a drink. I needed to punch the shit out of something. But most of all, I needed her.
Anger. Passion. Hurt. Love. I felt every emotion seeing her. This woman came into my life, flipped it, and took over. And I bowed to it. To her. And she ran.
“Warwick.” Ash placed his palm on the Wolf’s arm. “Calm down. You can’t help her like this.” Warwick flicked Ash’s hand off like a fly, his chest heaving with ferocity, his voice barely coming out human. “No one fucking touches my mate.”
MY MAAAAAAAAAAATE
The instinct went beyond the link we already had. And though I had uttered the word out loud before, it still pressed down on me with panic. It was something I never expected or wanted. Until her. There was no fear of accepting it, but of losing it. Mate. My natural inclination was to barricade against it. Run away from it. But all I did was run straight to her.
There was no point in apologies, no use in begging for his forgiveness. Nor would I. My eyes met the Wolf’s, the man famous for coming back from the dead and seeking his revenge, slaughtering thousands with calculated cruelty and no remorse. The man who people considered death himself. And I was his maker.
“I’ve killed thousands. Many who were innocent.” His thumb slid over my bottom lip. “That might be a deal breaker for some, but remember, we don’t play by the same rules. We are survivors. We live in the gray. Like I said, if we have to swim in blood and climb through death… we will.” He ran his hands to the back of my jaw. “You think you can hurt me? Bring it, Kovacs. That’s my fucking foreplay.”
“If that fist gets any closer to her, I will gut you right here,” Killian bellowed, grabbing Wesley by the collar and shaking him. “You want to fight me? That’s fine. But don’t ever get near my mate again.” Rosie and I inhaled sharply as the words punched through the air, freezing Killian and Wesley both. Killian’s throat bobbed, his chest heaving as if he couldn’t believe he just said it and not knowing how to respond to it either.
MY MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE
The notion of losing him, of watching it happen and not being able to do anything to stop it, triggered a rage so deep, a love so pure, there was nothing I wouldn’t do. He was carved into my bones; every cell declared him mine. It was a drop of a pin. A single match released into a tank of gasoline. My magic burst from me like a volcano.
My life before consisted of revenge and death. Now I walked next to death and never felt more alive. Nothing would take her from me.
Like roots of a tree, the bond connected me to Brexley, who would lead me to my mate. It was as if somehow, Brexley or the magic foresaw what I would be, who I was meant for, and saved me. That it wasn’t happenstance at all. I could have died on that patch of grass, my life no more than a memory to some, growing dimmer in time. I would never have known her. Never have understood the power of loving someone. Fighting for someone. Dying for someone.
“I want to believe there is hope. You were brought back from the dead by magic. Maybe it’s you who needs to do the same for Hanna.” “I don’t have that kind of magic.” I shook my head. “Brexley does.” “Magic isn’t always a spell. Love can be the greatest magic of all.”
At that moment, when the whole world felt against us, death snatching my friends and family from me like retribution, he had my back. Literally and figuratively. The sensation dug in so deep, realizing something like that went even beyond mates. A trust so absolute… love felt like a foolish word to utter. We went beyond words.
“You don’t fucking get it.” She retreated until her back hit the door, my body pressing into hers, looming over. “There is no one else.” It sounded more like a threat, but I felt a shiver run through her. “You’re new to being fae, your emotions are jumbled and overwhelming, but I know you feel it.” Her mouth parted as I flattened myself into her, my erection hot against her. “If we get out of this war alive and you need time to figure it out or decide you don’t want me… I will give it to you,” I gritted out. “But you are my fucking mate.”
“Killian, please… a társam,” she whispered in my ear. She broke me and glued me back together in two words. My mate.
“I will never be done with you. I will never have enough.” I slid my hands up her face. “Centuries I wasted. I didn’t even know.” “What? “That I’ve been waiting for you. Now I’ve found you. Now I realize what loving someone really means. I plan on making up for it.”
Ugh Rosie and Killian are everything
“Warwick…” I choked. “Szeretlek.” I love you. His sentiment was husky and full of many layers, going far beyond the general meaning. Burrowing deep and claiming me. “Sötét démonom.” His shadow muttered against my neck. There was no need to say more; I felt his response grazing against my soul, forcing my lids to squeeze briefly together at the intensity. “Az én farkasom.” My wolf. My own claim wrapped around him, branding into his bones, marking him mine forever. In life and death.
