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382 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 12, 2021
I need her to smile at me. I need not to have fucked up the best thing that’s ever happened in my life before it even happened.
I get knocked down a lot. I always get back up.
Killian bends forward in his metal folding chair, bracing his forearms on his thick thighs. It might as well be a throne. The huge fireplace at his back frames him in stone and fire, and no one dares approach unless he gives them the nod.
I like big hair, big tits, a little effort. High heels and shit. I’m not into, like, homesteader chicks. But my wolf digs this female.
Mate.
It’s not possible. The wolf and the man are one. If the wolf has a mate, so does the man.
Mate.










❝you don’t need to win an alpha challenge. an alpha belongs to you.❞
I need not to have fucked up the best thing that’s ever happened in my life before it even happened.

He whispers in my ear, “Everything I’ve ever done, I’ve done for you, Una Hayes.”If you enjoy pnr, fated mates, a mystery, a glorious redemption arc, some of the best groveling I've ever read, and an alpha male who exudes strength but is a gentle giant when it counts, this is the book for you.

now my notes :
killian’s flip switch thingy reminded me of this dude
She shoves him back, her fingers slipping into his thick fur. “Oh. Wow. You’re so soft.”
I’m not. If I were in human form, my cock would be hard as a rock. As it is—I try not to think about it.
She plunges her fingers deeper into my pelt and scritches. My wolf’s tongue lolls, and he stops messing around, resting his muzzle on her upper thigh so he can sniff her pussy. He’s so damn happy.”
”You’re not scary at all, are you?” she says.
She’s a hundred percent wrong. My wolf and I have more kills than any alpha in North America. We’ve taken on a pack of ferals alone and left their drained carcasses in a heap. The sun-bleached pile of their bones still sits on the border of the southwest quadrant as a warning. The male pups dare each other to go there and steal a bone. It’s become a rite of passage.
I am a once-in-a-hundred-years flip-shifter, alpha at eighteen, bigger and stronger than any competitor I’ve faced on the circuit. My wolf and I show no mercy to those who threaten the pack. We rule with an iron fist.
And my wolf is drooling through this female’s jean skirt, luxuriating in the scent of her ripe pussy.
’I wake up hours later in the pitch black, panting. I know immediately where I am. Killian’s bed. He’s beside me. Closer. Awake.
I’m wet. Aching. My bra is twisted under my shirt, and my skirt’s hiked, making an uncomfortable lump under my butt. The waistline digs into the flesh above my hip bones. And I’m wearing my socks. I hate wearing socks to bed. My feet are hot. Everything’s hot.
And there’s something lodged in my chest. Between my breasts. It’s not my heart, but it pulses. Slow. Steady. Insistent.’
why did i think it was his dick between her breasts 🥲
a main problem : killian’s sudden change of behavior/mind. boy really vanish his assholeness in a snap of a finger it was absurd. i dont have anything against mate trope but these kind of things make me believe their love is just.. less. coz its biology yk and unless it was done unknowingly like rhysand-feyre (in feyre part) its hard to trust their ‘love’. is it genuine or just for the peer pressure of the bond? wdk. at least hes a virgin tho. (sorta) but him worshiping the ground she walked on the last half def helped his case

