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468 pages, Paperback
First published July 9, 2023
'Theodore: Where are you?
Theodore: Say “boo” if you’re standing right next to me.
Kilian: Very funny, loser.'
"It wasn’t that Sigmas were hated, necessarily. It’s just that they weren’t interesting. They all had the same power. Empathy. Isobel could take on people’s negative feelings, leaving them lighter and happier."
"She was different. She had teeth. She bowed, just like the Sigmas were taught to— but she refused to break. She had just used him— an Alpha, a predator— to hide her tears from the cameras, to conceal her momentary weakness."
"She was a Sigma. A never-ending vessel for pain, sorrow, fear, and anger, but as much as she could take it away from other people, she couldn’t ever seem to expunge it fully from herself."
"She seemed overwhelmed with three Alphas crowding up her closet of a room, but she needed to get used to that if she wanted to be friends with Theodore. They were a unit until they graduated. That was non-negotiable. Every one of them had to be protected, even if it was from themselves."
The grey storm was carefully restrained, his expression guarded.
“Who did this?” He waved the bloodied paper towel, a subtle warning in his tone. It didn’t really sound like it was for her.
“I don’t want to tell you,” she said quietly.
“That makes two of us.”
"Kilian wasn’t sunny like Theodore and Niko, moody like Moses and Oscar, stupid- smart like Gabriel and Elijah, or tough like Mikel and Kalen. Maybe he was like Cian, but Cian was wily and guarded his heart behind a ten-foot wall of mystery, which was guarded by a twenty-foot wall of charm. Kilian was softer than the rest of them. He was fucking sensitive, dammit."