Mate Book PDF Free by Ali Hazelwood

Your tits are pretty spectacular, too. “What?” he asks when I snort out a laugh, and I shake my head. “How many packmates have you slaughtered on this fine morning?” He mutters something about “whiny little shits,” and I try not to laugh. “I made French toast. Want some?” “I’m good.” He didn’t eat any…

Her laughter adjusts the spin of his atoms. THEY START ARRIVING IN THE LATE AFTERNOON. I spend several hours cross-legged on the couch, trying to reconstruct my lost letters, until the door bursts open. Two men walk inside like they were just handed the deed to the place. They’re both tall, both well muscled, and…

“Koen has a lot of seconds,” I tell Jorma half an hour later, on the porch. There are over twenty people milling around, and someone explained to me several live too far away to show up. “Not everyone here is a second. Some brought their relatives. That girl over there? Elle’s partner. And that’s Brenna’s…

“You’re just stuck with her because she’s . . .” “Because she’s what?” Boden seems to have found his limit. The one thing he isn’t willing to bring up. “Come on,” Koen urges calmly. “Say it. What is she?” “Your mate.” “Ah, yes. I’d forgotten about that.” Koen slaps his own temple with the heel…

It’s not unpleasant. His fingers press lightly into my flesh, the warmth of his skin branding through the cotton of my pants, a rapid beat that makes my heart speed up. It’s almost as though he’s walking through the chord, stepping up and down and up again in a sustained rhythm, skimming closer to the…

Koen was fifteen when he became Alpha. Fifteen. And around the same time, something big happened- something that killed Brenna’s family, destroyed pack records, and gave the Northwest a reason to reunite. I’m not sure what the age of majority is among Weres, but I’ve seen the way young Were members are treated in packs,…

He shakes his head and reaches out to me. His rough, warm fingers push a few strands of hair behind my ears, and heat glows in my belly. Up my spine. Zaps at my brain, like a lightbulb turning on. It’s an odd thing for Koen to do. It surprises him as much as it…

Koen is staring, too. I clear my throat. Cross my arms over my chest. “What just happened?” “Not much.” His voice is rough edged. He swallows. It takes him a bit of time and a lot of effort to lift his eyes to mine. “Sometimes, when the block is mental, it can help. Being guided.”…

“He’s a wild animal.” “I know. But what’s his name.” Koen’s brow furrows. “He doesn’t have one.” “What? Why?” “What does he need a name for?” “I don’t know. For when you talk about him?” “With whom?” “The vet? The store clerk, when you buy his kibble?” Koen looks like I just suggested that we…

There’s a decent amount of foot traffic: shoppers, children playing on swings, and, of course, several Weres in wolf form. They lounge under trees, perch on branches, lie next to the statue of a book in front of a local library. They acknowledge their Alpha and then study me with a sleepy, lazy sort of…