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"I understand wanting to give her space, but until you bite her you'll be sullen and ill tempered and crusty. I bet Serena's not enjoying it very much, either."
"Oh, come on, Saul. Be for fucking real," Amanda scoffs. "Koen's crusty with us, not with her."
That's correct. Because when he's with Serena, he's in a great fucking mood. When he's with her, she's his.

Alpha instinct doesn't normally concern itself with external approval, but Serena... she feels like another part of him.
His heart, in another body.

"You are the heart of this pack, Koen."
He nods. Even as he says, "And you are mine, Serena."
AHHHHHHHH F*cking KOEN❤️‍🔥🧎‍♀️‍➡️

"You... We talked about this." I sound shrill. "The pack is too important to you. And you are necessary to the pack."
"Things have changed."
"Things— nothing has changed. You love the Northwest more than anything."
"Not more than anything, Serena."

"Unbelievable, how fucking unreal you feel, soft and wet and warm and every good thing in the world, baby."

“You have to drink.” A kiss against the flushed skin of my throat. “Girls in Heat only get what they ask for if they finish their water.”

"There could never be disappointment, because there were never any comparisons, or expectations, or hopes, or standards to meet. There's only ..." He casts a glance around the room, searching. Then his eyes settle on me. "There is only you, Serena."

"If someone had given me a piece of paper and asked me to list everything I liked, everything I dreamed of, everything that I was sure would make me happy, you would have been the final product of it."

"Having you this way. Exposed. Pinned." His hand slips to cup my head. He kisses my lips, gentle. "In a matter of days, you're going to leave, and I'll spend the rest of my life as your fucking servant. Whatever you ask me for, you'll have. But here you are Defenseless. Mine for a short time."

Another, more subdued nod. A "My good girl" brushed against my jaw helps his finger sink deep enough that he can slowly, relentlessly work another one inside, tucked next to the first.

“You're annoying your mate”, a pick-me voice whispers in my ear. “In your nest, no less. What is wrong with you?”

"It's just that I need_"
"You need to do what I tell you. You need to be fucked, Serena."
Oh. It makes so much sense

"I like you more than anyone I've met since Misery. And when I'm with you, I feel ... a little less like half of two things, and a little more whole. And when you touch me, it feels right. So right that I forget it's wrong. I forget that you're the heart of this pack. I forget that thousands of people rely on you, and that every moment I spend with you, I'm taking something away from them."

So I reach out. Run my hand through his hair, trying not to sigh at the way he leans into it, like my skin is his North Star.

"They used my father to lure her out. And even though everyone told her it was a trap, even though her seconds were forming a plan, the idea of my father suffering was so untenable, she refused to wait. And hon-estly?" He squats down again. Locks eyes with me, so that there is no misunderstanding him. "Now that I'm in the same position, I'm not sure that I wouldn't do the same."

"I want to give you what you need so badly," I say.
His large hand strokes down my hair, soothing me and himself. I burrow into him and feel him shiver in response.
"Koen. There is very little that I wouldn't do for you, if you were to ask me."
"Serena." I hear the blurry edge of his smile. A quiet sigh. "I would throw away my pack, my life, and my entire world for you. Which is the exact reason I cannot have you."

"I can—"
"No, Serena. You can't. But I can. I want you to tell me what you need, and I want the privilege of giving it to you. I want you to use me." A kiss on my collarbone. "If you think there is anything I would like more than seeing my mate through her Heat, you are fucking wrong. If this is all I get, I'm going to make the most of it. Okay?"

"It's okay. I know how hard this is. I'm going to take care of you, okay?"
I agree with a mindless nod. The need in my blood is rising. I will die without this.
"I'm going to make you come, however many times you need. And then I'm going elsewhere to make myself come."

From the same mug. His lips touch the same water molecules as mine.
"I can't believe you take your coffee black but sweeten your tea," I say.
"I don't drink black coffee.'
"What? Since when?"
"Since I started drinking it, during the High Middle Ages."
"But... I've been giving you black coffee.'
"And I have been hating it."

He inhales deep, like I smell as good to him as he does to me. "You're doing so good, killer."
"Yeah?" I whimper.
"Yeah, baby." His laughter is soft. Wound up. "I'm trying to come up with a list of things I wouldn't do just to be allowed to eat your cunt right now, and I can't think of a single item."

"But you should know that because you're his mate, at the base of—"
"Stop." At the what of what? "I liked you better when you were a virgin."
"Yeah, well, Lowe didn't. So."
JAJAJAJAJA LE IBA A DECIR LO DEL 🪢

"Your name doesn't fucking matter. You are my killer. Okay?"

He wants to show her every corner of his territory. The deep blue lakes and the snow-capped peaks. Moss-draped trees and rock spires. He wants to be with her for each marveled intake of breath.

“I will paint this entire territory green before I let anyone in the pack spill a single drop of red.”

"Let this be known: fuck with my mate, and I'm going to kill you so slowly, draw it out so long, tectonic plates will move and create whole new mountain ranges. And when the rest of your family comes to avenge you, I'll do the same to them. And if your friends come, I'm not going to fucking stop. Not even if all that's left of the pack is me and her.”

"Hang on. What would I have gotten if I'd chosen the other?"
"A hug."
His eyes widen. Then squint. "What if I want to change my answer?"
…
Koen frowns. "I want a kiss on the cheek."
"You can't change your mind after you pick— that's the whole point of the game. And the kiss wasn't even an option for you."
"Bullshit. I want both options."

"I think you owe me an apology."
"For what?"
"The way you stared at my tits."
Silence. Then, instead of the I'm sorry or Go to fucking sleep I expect, he says, "I think you owe me an apology."
"For what?"
"How spectacular your tits are."

"You're the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen," he says simply.

"You are my mate," he says. With little inflection.
"Ex-cuse me?"
"You and the Vampyre are close, right?" he asks, full of that calm that borders on indifference. Is he making fun of me? "She explained what a mate is?"
Slowly, I nod.
"What Misery is to Lowe, you are to me.”
Oh.
Oh?

"Do you want me to convince you not to go?" Emmett asks. "Because I will. I will get on my knees."