Lexie Slater

“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