His Curvy Rejected Mate Quotes

“Why do you keep talking?” I finally growl. “You said I need to communicate,” he says, dead earnest. “So I’m communicating the fuck out of you.” My laugh echoes in the empty cavern, and his eyes catch on my smiling mouth and go dark. “Lean”
― Cate C. Wells, His Curvy Rejected Mate

“I should have asked him where he was going. When he said, “I’m heading out,” I thought he meant for the day, not for the foreseeable future. He’s absolute garbage at communication.”
― Cate C. Wells, His Curvy Rejected Mate

“He’s about done when Flora pops out from behind me and says, “H-He’s here with me.” I reach to drag her back, and she smacks my arm. “He’s only here because I came, and he’s my mate. He doesn’t want to take over or anything. He doesn’t even like people.” It’s like someone unclogged her. She just keeps going. “H-He’s not a jerk or anything—well, I guess that’s debatable, kind of depends on who you ask—but he won’t cause trouble and neither will I. Abertha sent me. She said you’d take me in. I have money. Human money. And we can both work. Or, well, I can work.”
― Cate C. Wells, His Curvy Rejected Mate

“Dear God. I wanted to be someone’s last choice. I daydreamed about getting hit by a truck.”
― Cate C. Wells, His Curvy Rejected Mate

“She sniffs back her tears. “I didn’t realize then that no matter how good a job I do, how hard I work, how happily I go along with whatever anyone wants, I will always be worthless to that pack.” She looks up at me. “I am not worthless.”
― Cate C. Wells, His Curvy Rejected Mate

“I spent my whole life doing the opposite of what Graham Cameron would have done, and I ended up dropping my mate for another female, and then, when my mate did go into heat, I lost my shit on her and drove her out of the pack. The irony isn’t bitter. It’s pristine.”
― Cate C. Wells, His Curvy Rejected Mate

“I’ll let you ride my cock. Wash it real good first, though. It’s on a loop. I’ll get it out of my head, though, if it’s the last thing I do on this earth. If I have to walk forever to leave it behind.”
― Cate C. Wells, His Curvy Rejected Mate

“Granddad’s the only male I know whose opinion is worth anything, and he likes me fine as long as I put his tools back where I found them.”
― Cate C. Wells, His Curvy Rejected Mate

“Alec sleeps like the dead. As soon as he conks out, he stops spooning me and sprawls out on his back like a drunk starfish.”
― Cate C. Wells, His Curvy Rejected Mate

“When I straighten, Alec’s gaze is still boring into me. “Who else, Flora?” “Whoever I wanted. Just like you. Whoever I wanted.” He snarls, doesn’t even try to smother it, and then he pivots and stalks off,”
― Cate C. Wells, His Curvy Rejected Mate

“I am sorry,” he says, low enough so that only I can hear. “For what I said, and what I did, and what I didn’t realize, but should have. I’m sorry I didn’t rescue you, and you had to rescue yourself, but I’m so fucking proud that you did and that you’re my mate.”
― Cate C. Wells, His Curvy Rejected Mate

“Come over when the heat kicks all the way in,” he says. “I’ll let you ride my cock. Wash it real good first, though, if you’ve been passing it around to dirty bastards like that.” He sneers at Bram, and then he turns his back to me and his spine lengthens, skin sprouting fur. He’s going to leave me here. The blood roaring in my ears is deafening.”
― Cate C. Wells, His Curvy Rejected Mate

“Good afternoon, ma’am. I’ve come for Flora.” I feel like I should have a hat in my hand. None of this is how I ever imagined my mating would go.”
― Cate C. Wells, His Curvy Rejected Mate