Ah, the ancient language of sarcasm. How it suits you.""Why thank you, petal. It is one of my many talents, and I happen to be fluent in the language." I dazzled him with my smile."You need to give me a manly nickname.""You haven't given me any reason to give you one yet.""That's harsh.

I cocked my eyebrow at her. "Are you kidding me, Clare?" I indicated to the dead man on the broken pine table. "There is a dead Rogue in your kitchen." "Why is there a dead Rogue in my kitchen?" "Because I killed him in there.

She has always wanted you as a mate, Owen.

Please don’t let this be a dream. I don’t want to wake up, if it is.

I have. You. For Life. Bonded. Not Bonded. Fuck the details. I just want to be with you, Clare.

All I can really tell you, laddie, is to live for today. For the moment. Wasting time is the biggest mistake we can make in lo-ove.

I pulled my wallet out and placed it on the bar, trying not to inhale as her scent wrapped around me. How had I not recognized it earlier? It was so strong, so sweet and familiar. So Clare. I breathed in slowly; she smelled like home.... Uh-oh, I'm in big trouble.

He pressed his forearms flat against the wall, caging me with his body. Electric heat sparked in the space between us. He pulled back. His irises swirled with silver flecks, twisting into a metallic pool. His Wolf stared down at me. "I don't want anyone touching you, except me.

I said, I love you, you arrogant arse." She smiled. "I always have. You're my mate, Owen Breese MacLaren. The distance won't change that. It never has.