Zhynah Vu’s Reviews > Mate > Status Update

"You are the heart of this pack, Koen."

"And you are mine, Serena."

"There could never be disappointment, because there were never any comparisons, or expectations, or hopes, or standards to meet. There's only..." He casts a glance around the room, search-ing. Then his eyes settle on me. "There is only you, Serena."

"If someone had given me a piece of paper and asked me to list everything I liked, everything I dreamed of, everything that I was sure would make me happy, you would have been the final product of it."

You always smell like you were made specifically for me. To fuck. To be around. To worship. But right now, you smell like you'd give me anything I asked for. If that's the scent you're planning to wash off... don't do it on my account.

I feel like I smell...
Fuckable. You smell ready. You smell transcendent and filthy and delicious. You smell like you're this close to losing your mind, like you might hurt me if I don't take care of you, and you know what that does to me, knowing that my mate needs me?

Not the “drinking from the same cup” making me scream
“His lips touch the same water molecule as mine.” GURL

"You're not going to— fuck it."

Why did “yeah,baby” make me melt 🫠

"When I die—"
"Not on my fucking watch, Serena."
"Okay. But when I die_"
"If you say anything like that ever again,
'm going to kill you myself. Understood?"

"If you think I'm going to let you die, Serena, you know fuck all."

When she sees her reflection in the mirror during her illness and she gets scared.

Koen's fist darts out to punch the mirror, shattering my reflection into a thousand small shards. "Here. Now they're not doing that anymore." His palm rests against my forehead. "You're burning up. This is not the first time, is it?"