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Serena Paris, the first Human-Were hybrid, was meant to unite divided species—but instead, she’s become their greatest target. Hunted by ruthless Vampyres and rival packs, she turns to the formidable Alpha Koen Alexander for protection. Yet as danger closes in and secrets from her past resurface, even Koen’s power may not be enough to save her.
I want to offer him some help with that. But . . . wouldn’t it just make things worse? “I’m sorry,” I say, and I am. I’m sorry for everything. “That’s okay.” He sighs. Somehow, gathers me even closer. “I’ve never been less sorry about a thing.” Koen kisses me on the forehead. His hold…
Except, and I know this with bone-deep certainty, I need someone to touch me. “I get it. You don’t have to . . . Is there anyone else who could help me with . . .” It’s a stupid question, and the second I articulate it, I realize that the simple idea of someone else…
“Might be for the best. I’d have to stop what I’m doing and go kill them.” Another graze of his teeth. All my muscles clench, and I’m afraid I’ll pass out. “There are five places in your skin where your scent is stronger and your hormones are thickest.” “Five?” “The inside of your wrists.” He…
Why did Lowe and Koen not consider the possibility that I was a child of the cult the second they learned about my existence? the answer is, they did. They investigated it, but they were sure that every child was accounted for. Anyway, this is where the shittiness of Koen’s life starts paralleling our own,…
“Sorry. I was on the phone with Misery. Still in morbid humor mode.” It would make sense, now that there are more seats, for one of us to move away. We don’t, and Koen’s gaze stays on me, the platonic ideal of the concept of a scowl. “Feel free to stop acting with reckless disregard…
“Better,” I say. Koen freezes. His eyes, already suspicious, narrow on me. But he doesn’t- Look, Koen – even glance down- Come on, Koen – at my naked body- I want you to look. He doesn’t ask stupid questions- What are you doing? Are you okay? What is happening? – and I’m grateful for it.…
As we exit the building, Koen halts briefly. His throat works as he looks into the distance, tight-lipped, running his tongue over his teeth. Composing himself. I bite into the inside of my cheek, feeling powerless. I’m sorry, I want to say. I know you care. I know it’s hard. But he’s unreachable- a large,…
“No, I’m serious. I talked to Lowe about the Northwest, and it’s bad.” “How bad?” “Bad bad. Like . . . Our lives, bad.” “Whoa.” “Yeah. I feel way less special, knowing that there’s all this trauma waffling about.” I sit on the edge of the mattress. “Is this about the cult I might be…
Serena: Would you love me less if my name was Eva? Misery: Yes. Misery: But not like, by a lot. I bury my face in the pillow to laugh and cry at the same time. I WAKE UP A FEW HOURS LATER, ON FIRE. Pouring sweat. Shivering. In pain so visceral, I am willing to…
He glances at the almost-full tub. A second later I’m submerged in water. Distantly, I register some surprise. Because Koen gets in with me, clothes and all, and pulls me between his spread legs. The sudden icy cold feels like unicorns and kittens building a pillow fort on a pink cloud, then snacking on a…