His Prodigal Alpha Quotes

“Whoever coined the expression ‘slept like a baby’ has obviously never spent time with an honest-to-God baby.”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“I was not going to be a cliché. I was not going to tell him that this was all his fault and that he’d better be sorry. But I was going to petulantly think it. So I did. I thought it so hard.”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“Have you ever seen a six-foot five naked cowboy startle awake so abruptly that he fell out of bed? I have.”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“Still want the rope?” I asked, “Or just my knot?” The pun, lame as it was, wasn’t even intentional. It went over his head anyway. Or maybe he was just so horny he didn’t care for my silly jokes at that point.”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“There went my heart again, thudding near-painfully in my chest. How could anyone not fall for a big, buff, sexy man who made impassioned impromptu speeches about self-worth like that?”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“I’m hormonal, dude. A toothpaste commercial hurt my feelings last week. I don’t see you boycotting Colgate.”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“When I told him I was twenty-five, I’m pretty sure he had a mild conniption. “Twenty years,” he breathed. “Uh, no,” I corrected playfully, “seventeen. I guess I’ll be teaching our kid math, huh?”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“I was going to kill whoever invented hormones.”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“Yeah,” I replied softly. “A boy. Well, unless he says differently when he’s old enough to tell me I was wrong. But, y’know, I’ll love and support him —them— no matter what. Alpha, beta, omega…girl, boy, genderfluid…None of that matters to me.”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“He pointed out that gettin’ eaten by a dragon is far scarier than any baby ever will be.” I blinked, struggling to process that sentence. “He…he threatened to eat you?”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“Honestly, the next person who told me that pregnancy was a magical experience would get a foot lodged firmly up their ass.”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“Yeah, well, their Papa may look sweet and harmless, but I’d rather not find myself in his bad books, or in the doghouse, if you’ll excuse the pun.” I arched my eyebrow at him, and he snorted. “Because I’m a wolf shifter. Not that wolves are dogs, but I’m taking creative license here.”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“Well then,” relaxing marginally, she stuck out her hand, “welcome to our little pack. I’m Jazz.” “Rex,” I introduced myself, bending to kiss the back of her hand and smirking as she giggled lightly. “Oh, you’re dangerous,” she accused, then pulled out her phone.”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“Holy shit,” Beck breathed, before turning to Ollie with startled eyes. “I swear, I didn’t do it.” Ollie just rolled his eyes at his mate. “I know that, dumbass,”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha

“Can I getcha anything, honey?” the lady staffing the stall asked. A delicate sniff revealed her to be a hedgehog shifter. The cat living inside my soul relaxed at that. Well, I called it a cat. I was actually a puma shifter, but I mostly felt like an oversized house cat.”
― Anna Sparrows, His Prodigal Alpha