• This is Part 2 in the duet. 
• Lola’s relationship with her pack, especially bringing Wes into the fold. 
• Her standing up to Rake about the clothes and then comforting him. 
• Rake’s love for her and wanting to bond with her to keep her safe. 
• The increase in Indy threats and how the pack handles them. 
• The scene with Baby at her compound and getting to know her MC pack. 

To the girls who cry, You’re emotional, you’re reactive, you’re strong, you’re passionate, you’re angry, and you’re still feeling every drop of it. You’re powerful, and fuck anyone who tells you otherwise.

“Work some of your magic with her today,” Leo said, smiling. I laughed at that. “My magic?” “Mmm. You know. Where you make someone feel like the world’s stopped so they can catch their breath while you wait with them.”

Matthieu wouldn’t have complained if Lola drew naughty doodles on his bedroom walls in Sharpie. He was so smitten with the woman, he’d probably have it framed. -Caleb

I did wonder… how would things be different with her? What would it feel like to be inside of her? Watching her with Leo and Rake during the heat, she’d seemed to flourish with every touch, like she was a flower desperate for the sun’s rays. -Caleb

“Did you just say you were in Malta?” Baby squawked in my ear. “Who the hell’s gonna take me to Malta?” I heard a chorus of voices in the background of the call, mostly affirmative offers and one “What state is it in?”

I wasn’t making it easier probably—I had baggage up to my eyeballs. All they wanted to do was help me carry it. Was that how decent relationships worked?

“I don’t ever want to hear you speak about yourself that way again. You can question whether or not you are satisfied with your place here with us, but never your worth. Do you understand me?” -Cyrus

“You look very dapper,” I greeted. Caleb purred a little and leaned in, lips against my ear. “You look like temptation.”

I wanted to track Leo down in the house and shove my hand into his face, as if I were a little kid showing off his art project to anyone who would look. -Caleb

“I’ve never doubted Rake was my omega, but I know now that was because it leaves room for me to fall in love with you, for my world to revolve around you.” -Wes

We are the pocket knife of designations.” “Super tricky to open?” Tiny asked, brow furrowed. “No! Versatile,” Emmy said, pouting when her metaphor missed its mark.

That dense liquid heat grew deeper, the long rush of alcohol blooming in my chest. A velvety caress followed. Tears rose to my eyes as I realized what was happening, Matthieu’s bond sweeping me up in his embrace. Love was heady and rich, draping over me completely, soaking into my veins like sunshine.

“You bitches better get ready to be a whole new kind of daddy,” Rake called over his shoulder.