Lexie Slater > Quotes

“No, you're right," he cuts me off, his voice hard as stone, but I can see the crack. "I don't have anyone counting on me. I don't have anyone at all. Except, I thought, maybe... you." The raw hurt in his voice makes my chest ache so badly I can't breathe. I want to reach for him. I want to take it all back. But I can't. This is bigger than us. Bigger than what I want. "I can already see my mother's face," I choke out, the words tasting like ash. "That quiet disappointment that's so much worse than anger. The way my father will nod and say it's okay, even though it isn't. All those extra shifts they took... for what? So I could throw it all away for an alpha I met a few days ago?" Jionni's face crumples. He reaches for me, his hand outstretched, his expression pleading. "Toby, please.”
― Lexie Slater, My Defiant Mate

“Doesn't it terrify you? How fast everything changed?" Braiden takes a bite of his chips, thinking. "At first? Yeah. It was terrifying. But you know what I figured out?" He waits until I meet his eyes. "Fighting him is way more exhausting than just… letting go. Trust me, the letting go part? That's the good stuff.”
― Lexie Slater, My Defiant Mate

“I always knew I was wired the same way. Made me hope I'd find the same thing someday. Made me afraid I never would." I cup his face in my hand, my thumb brushing his cheekbone. "And then there you were, with your color-coded planner and your big scared eyes, and it was like… finally." "Finally," he echoes softly, his voice thick. "The NFL scouts, the trophies, the championship games—it was all just noise. Static." I press my forehead against his again, needing the contact, needing the solid, real pressure of him against me. "You walked into me, and it all went silent. You're the song.”
― Lexie Slater, My Freshman Mate

“His hand comes up to cup my jaw, his thumb stroking my cheek. The touch is so gentle it makes me want to cry. "Look at you," he murmurs, his gaze dropping to my neck. His thumb brushes over the bite mark, and I can't stop the full-body shiver that goes through me. "Sorry I marked you up," he says, but he doesn't sound sorry at all. "But you're too perfect not to.”
― Lexie Slater, My Defiant Mate

“Then, a thought crystallizes in the chaos. A cold, hard, logical solution. I’m the problem. I’m the variable that threw the whole equation off. If I remove myself, the system can reset. If I’m gone, this all becomes a simple alpha territory contest. Wes can say it was a misunderstanding, that he overreacted. With no omega to fight over, the whole thing loses its meaning. The board might still punish him, but maybe not as badly. Maybe they’ll see it as just a rivalry boiling over. It’s the only way. It has to be.”
― Lexie Slater, My Freshman Mate

“That's the cruel joke of the universe. Fated mates are supposed to be this cosmic collision. Two halves of a whole snapping together. But sometimes... sometimes the connection only opens on one side. Or maybe he was just too overwhelmed, or I was too closed off, or the wind was blowing the wrong way. He didn't smell me. He didn't feel the pull. And I, paralyzed by a lifetime of social awkwardness and a crippling fear that I was hallucinating, stayed in my seat. I've stayed in my seat for two years.”
― Lexie Slater, My Rival Mate

“Unknown: did anyone else hear screaming from Morrison Hall Unknown: sounded like someone was being murdered Unknown: or having REALLY good sex lmao Unknown: probably Morse finally snapping and killing someone tbh”
― Lexie Slater, My Rival Mate

“Morning," he whispers, his voice small but steady. "Okay, so… this is real. Yesterday wasn't some kind of, like, stress-induced hallucination, right?" I smile against his neck. "The most real thing in my life," I tell him, my thumb stroking his jaw. "You feel it, don't you? How you fit right here against me? Like you were carved from my own damn rib.”
― Lexie Slater, My Freshman Mate

“Is that what you want, Braiden? To not be mine anymore?" "No!" The word rips from my throat, a raw, desperate denial. "God, no! I just want to fix this!" "Then fix it with me," he says, his voice dropping, pleading. "Not by running away from me.”
― Lexie Slater, My Freshman Mate

“I'm standing there, nails digging into my palms. Seven o'clock. I have until then to figure out how to be in a small, enclosed room with the love of my life without ruining everything. So basically I have four hours to become a completely different person. Cool. No problem.”
― Lexie Slater, My Rival Mate

“Marcel's gaze flicks between us. He takes a long, deliberate sniff of the air, then lets out a low whistle.”
― Lexie Slater, My Defiant Mate

“I've been waiting for you my whole fucking life," I growl against his skin, the words a vow ripped from my very core, a promise sealed in this moment. "And I'm not waiting another second.”
― Lexie Slater, My Freshman Mate

“You smell like mine," I growl, the words ripped from somewhere deep and instinctual, a place that doesn't use manners. His eyes widen. His breath quickens, and I can hear the frantic, uneven beat of his heart. I want to press my palm flat against his chest to feel it. My voice drops to a low command that leaves no room for argument. "Forget the tour. You're with me now.”
― Lexie Slater, My Freshman Mate

“We lie in silence for a while, our breathing syncing, our heartbeats finding the same rhythm. Wes's hand strokes lazily up and down my side, a soothing, possessive touch that makes me feel both cherished and owned. "You're mine now," he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "Forever. The only plan that matters.”
― Lexie Slater, My Freshman Mate

“What happened?" he demands, pushing past me into the room. "What did that fucker say to you?" "Jionni—" "I'll kill him," he growls, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "I swear to god, if he threatened you—" "Stop," I say, my voice breaking. "Just... stop." "No," he says, shaking his head. "No way. Whatever he said, whatever he threatened, we can fight this. Together." The words hit me. He doesn't understand. I can't let him fight this. Not for me. "There is no 'together,'" I say, the words like shards of glass in my throat. "Not anymore." He stares at me like I've spoken in a foreign language. "What are you talking about?" he finally asks.”
― Lexie Slater, My Defiant Mate