Lea Bookjoy

“What Misery is to Lowe, you are to me.”
Oh.
Oh?
Oh. “Is this a, um… terminal diagnosis?”
His lips twitch. “No cure, I’m afraid.”
“I see.” I clear my throat. “Well, this relationship sure escalated quickly.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Mate

“I’m not going to poison you. Wouldn’t be much point, given that you’re nothing but moonlight and cobwebs.”
― Heather Fawcett, Agnes Aubert's Mystical Cat Shelter

“I was being a patient, considerate, respectful, non-intrusive, accommodating mate. I was trying to—”
“Koen, you are the most intrusive mate ever. You never stop staring at me when we’re in the same room, you wake me up to have sex in the middle of the night, you keep tearing my clothes, and you want to be with me every second you’re not gone on pack business. You’re not really the space-giving kind of partner, and—”
“I’m trying. I could be way fucking worse.”
“—and I’m not complaining, because I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Mate

“Did she shoot me?” “Irene? Yup, but only in the arm. Leg? I don’t know. You were in wolf form.” “Where is she?” “Um, so. Koen was, um, mad.” “Ah.” “You have been de-aunted, I fear.” “How tragic,” I say, not giving a single fuck.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Mate