Pack Darling Quotes

“Just don’t rock the boat.”

Me?

I’m the motherfucking captain of the S.S. Do Not Disturb. It’s a stealth ship, slipping silently over the waves, bothering no one, and hopefully someday soon, fading into the mist, never to be seen again.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“I’m already on loan,” Lilah says, nibbling around my roll.

“Rent to own.” Finn nods.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“You know why I named you Atlas?” He tilts his head. There’s more salt and pepper in his dark hair lately.
It gives him a wisdom I hope I can earn someday.

“Because I carry the weight of the world.”

“No. Because I wanted you to know you’re strong enough to carry the weight of any burden you deem worthy. Not every burden’s yours to bear.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“She’s our mate.

It seems so simple now that I see what she means to Orion. There’s no fight. No fissure.

She’s our missing piece.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“Now they all know just in time to see how hard we’ve fucked up our best chance at happiness.

“Star.” Finn crawls to her on his knees. He better get used to the position because we all need to fucking beg.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“You never did anything wrong.

It’s just a phrase, but I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear it. From Orion, it’s magic.

You never did anything wrong.

It soothes the years and years of being hated for existing. The beatings and scorn.

You never did anything wrong.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“Omegas aren’t built for restraint. We want what we want, and we want it thirty seconds ago.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“Babydoll.” Finn’s voice is so fucking husky it could pull a sled. “I’ll feed you all night if you keep making those sounds.”

I blush.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“But the wind shifts, blowing their scents straight into my lungs.

My blood turns to liquid fire.

I choke on the scents clawing inside me.

Leather. Smoke. Oranges. Cedar.

The little mouse I’ve spent my life beating down perks up from her long hibernation. Wide awake, she sends my body into a fever, ready to claim what’s ours.

Four alphas.

Mine.

My alphas.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“I was thirteen when I figured out this trick.

My pre-awakening came early. Even then, I kicked my own ass to relieve stress. When I caught the first baby whiff of my omega perfume, I panicked, just ran and kept running, knowing that as soon as I started to mature, I’d be on the auction block.

A toy for alphas who’ll never see me as a real girl.

I ran so hard, so long, and so fast that the pheromones went away.

When my perfume came back, a track workout sent that shit packing.

The next day, I danced for eight hours and my hormones heard the message. We’re not doing this awakening thing.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“I can’t decide if I need a lobotomy or an alpha-girth vibrator.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling Part One

“Jett cedar and cherry blossom, a warm, sophisticated scent that’s a total mismatch to his icy outside. It’s usually a nice contrast to the other guys’ heavier scents.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“I’m tired.

I’m so fucking tired of never being enough. Never being chosen. Always being the one who’s thrown away.

Even by my mates. My fated mates.

Fate is fucking bullshit.

I won’t chase anymore.

Not Wyvern Pack or anyone else.

I’m done begging and crying and moping. Even if I’m not done with this pain… I’ll get through it on my own.

Not because I’m a sad pathetic loner, but because I’m strong and powerful, and I can do anything I want.

That’s what I’m going to do from now on.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“While my heat burns me to ash, one sub-zero thread of ice cuts into my chest, all ragged, bloody shards that slice a little deeper with every pump of my shattering heart.

I could step inside. Force my perfume on them.

My pheromones would change this game in a caramel-soaked second.

But I already have their answer.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“You have to take better care of yourself, Miss Darling.” The doctor calls for a nurse to change my bandages, and his eyes pinch as he works himself into a lecture. “With your history of injuries, you need to make health and nutrition a priority if you’re ever going to resolve your late awakening and hit fertility.”

Right. Because my main concern after a gunshot wound should be opening the gates to my baby factory.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“I scrub and scrub and scrub.

The water soaks my arm bandage and I’m pretty sure the nurses are going to ream me because it stings and it’ll probably get infected.

Bring on the sepsis.

Blood rot would hide my perfume.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“If I’m a princess, I look like one who’s so far down the line, I’ll only inherit the throne if a plague kills off the entire royal family.

I look like I’ve already survived a few plagues, with dark circles under my eyes and too-hollow cheeks and collarbones.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“I don’t want to be theirs.

I don’t want to be anyone’s until I can try on what it’s like to be myself, because all this time, I feel like I haven’t met the real, actual Lilah. The girl I might’ve become if Mom hadn’t thrown me away.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“My jaw stings, but the hit’s the kind that’ll bruise hard and fade fast.

It’s weird.

The hits that don’t bruise, the ones that are the easiest to hide? Those are the ones that always hurt the most.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“Lilah’s inevitable.” Scorpio claps a hand on my shoulder. “Take good care of her, son. She’s your future.”

Fuck.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“I go rigid.

I don’t like being touched, being covered in a man’s scent before I even know his name.

“Put her down, Max,” Scorpio barks. “You’re making her uncomfortable.”

“Truly?” Holding me a foot off the floor, he lifts me out like he’s checking out a picture frame. “My bad. I was too excited to meet my daughter-in-law.”

The bottom falls out of my stomach, probably making an acid stain on the carpet.

Daughter-in-law?”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“I know what this means.

A scent match.

Destiny. Fate. My meant-to-be mates.

Omegas have an extra fail-safe when it comes to finding our matches. We don’t need to be awakened to recognize their scents.

To them, my scent is nothing.

To me, theirs is everything I can never have.

I refuse to let them recognize me, to see me any deeper than they already have when it felt like they were staring into my soul.

If they figure out what I am, I’ll be trapped with a pack that would rather see me dead than in their beds.

I refuse to be bound, let alone become a home-wrecker. After years of bullshit omega brawls, the last thing I’ll ever do is steal another omega’s mate. If anyone had bothered to mention—oh, by the way, we’re placing you in a pack that already has a mated omega—I never would’ve signed that offer.

Never ever.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“My pack should be in charge of outfitting me now, but we all know they’re not going to give me shit.

They don’t want me.

Which shouldn’t hurt, because I also don’t want them, but no one ever said omega instincts make sense.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“When we’re drunk on my heat pheromones, the five of us would fuck anything from a key lime pie to a tree bole, but when the madness dies, I’m always left wondering if our pack has chemistry or just convenience.

I don’t even know if I wantì> them all to want me, but my hormones are so fucked up that my switch is forever flipped to possessive bitch.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“Honestly, it’s exactly what I’ve always expected.

Further proof that I’m an asset and not a person.

My body isn’t even my own.

Not awakened? No problem.

We’ll stick you full of this toxic hormone cocktail and force your awakening in a way so painful they give omegas a stick to bite. No painkillers, because those could negate the effect.

A fucking stick.

Oh, and no doubt they’ll add the cost to my debt.

Assholes.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“Craig licks his lips like he’d dieì> to suck one of Scorpio Wyvern’s combat-booted toes. I wish Scorpio would turn and give the guy the attention he’s panting for, but Scorpio’s too busy watching me with an alpha intensity that makes me want to fold myself into origami.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“An omega in heat is a mindless creature, all need and no logic. We crave sex and security. The bite of our alpha. Knots and sweet nothings.

It’s supposed to be bliss when you have it all.

The cozy nest and the pack of growly protective alphas bending over backward, sideways, and doggy style to make you scream and make you smile.

If they’re a scent match—your true, destined, meant-to-be-mates—you’ll spend your whole lives craving to be together, craving each other in a way that demands constant closeness and kisses. Their pheromones and attention melt you into goo, and yours turn them into loyal knights dedicated to satisfying your every need.

I know better.

That dream’s a sales pitch, and I’m not buying.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“As a rule, I don’t fill my stomach. I don’t dare let myself get to a healthy weight where my body could be like, hey, aren’t we supposed to be doing that puberty thing?”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One

“A Redfang cobra tat peeks from his unbuttoned collar. I zero in on the spot as I reach for my gun. “Ten points if I hit a snake eye.” “A hundred points if you stop talking.” I shut up. Points can be exchanged for nachos.”
― Lola Rock, Pack Darling: Part One