Mate Book PDF Free by Ali Hazelwood

His eyebrow lifts. “You think they don’t know where to send their bills?” The next stop is the department store, where Weres obtain their food when they’re not in the mood for marmot kebabs. “Must be where the Northwest purchases unicorn waffles,” I muse, which earns me an ear flick. This place is much more…

But there’s something I need to know, and I decide not to hem and haw over it. “You and Koen . . . ?” “Yup.” Light on her feet, she moves closer. We start circling each other. “Cool.” She throws a jab at my torso. I hop back and dodge it. For some reason, my…

ILOST FAIR AND SQUARE, SO I FOLLOW KOEN OUT AND KEEP MY mouth shut, gingerly moving my bruised, achy body. Any half-decent guy would solicitously ask whether I’m okay, but that’s clearly not him. He walks ahead, ignoring me, and when he comes to a sudden halt, I nearly bump into his back. On the…

“Low. That’s fine. We’ll find something you can keep down.” Behaviors like this used to be an instant date-ender- Yeah, you do want another drink ; I promise you’ll love this movie ; You need someone who really gets you, babe, let me take care of you. But with Koen, they don’t really faze me.…

” I flush. It’s not that there aren’t many people. “Are they . . .” I bite my tongue, because of course the wolves milling around at the edge of the forest are Weres. Simple animals are never that large, nor do they have such all-seeing expressions. Above all, they wouldn’t join a chorus of…

I flush. “No, that’s not what- Wait. Where will you be sleeping?” “Outside,” he says, like I deserve to take remedial Were classes just for asking. “You sleep outside.” “Yes.” “In the great outdoors.” “Yup.” “Every night.” A brief pause. “Not every night.” “Oh. Good.” “Just every night in which I have time to sleep.”…

They are. But I was in the Northwest for several months a couple of summers ago, doing some IT work. I get why Koen’s considered a great Alpha. By whom? I asked skeptically. Himself? It was important to me that Koen Alexander was a mediocre . . . man, Were, Alpha. My pride and self-respect…

“I’m not like her,” I say. The relief is a physical, tangible thing. “Not like who?” “Ana.” Juno nods. “Indeed.” “Does it mean that . . . Does it mean that we’ll have different outcomes, too?” “Outcomes? Of what?” “Just . . . different challenges. Or issues.” She won’t have a terminal diagnosis at twenty-five,…

Are you stupid? I hate the dumb ones. Can she have a different bed, away from mine? It’s no big deal. Just the desert. Have you not seen a prickly pear before? I shake my head. “I started linearly encoding my childhood memories when I was seven or eight, but I have some spotty recollection…

“Serena,” he calls. He is a kindly older man, good at his job. My issues stump him and challenge his self-perception, which accounts for half of the urgency in his tone. The other half . . . It cannot be easy, delivering the kind of information he just did. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not…