Aimee’s P.O.V I walked down the hall, my mind a web of confusion and anger. I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. Logan, my mate, who literally kidnapped me from my pack, forced me to remain with him or bear his child, introduced me to his business partners as his Luna, had just asked me who I was like he didn’t know me. And then followed another woman into his room. “Hey, Aimee…” I choked on a breath as Ella placed a hand on my shoulder, jolting me upright. “Good Gracious, you scared me!” I clutched my racing heart. “Sorry, if this is not a good time, I could come back later.” Her face fell and she turned to leave. I hastily reached out and held her finger. “No…Tell me what happened.” Her shoulders straightened and she turned to me with a flourish. “I found a few things on that Nancy woman…” I couldn’t believe I was back in the club. Memories assailed me and for a brief moment, my senses swam and Logan materialized beside me and wrapped his hands around my neck. “Aime

Aimee’s P.O.V “Who are you?” I blinked hard, unsure if I should approach whoever it was but I was saved from wondering when a figure emerged from the darkness. Oh, it was a little boy. His face was streaked with dirt and the ragged clothes on his body did little to cover his stick thin limbs. Although he looked tired, his dark eyes were filled with precaution and vigilance. Uh, why would there be a child in a dungeon? There shouldn’t be any guard so insane to lock up a child, right? I thought and then flinched when I recalled the stories Damien had told me about Logan. I guess weird shits happen in the Ridge Pack. Trying to strike up some conversation, I asked. “Hi, little guy. Who are you?” He shrugged and casually leaned against the wall. “I am your father.” What? My mouth formed the word but only a breath fell through my lips. Why was I cursed to be mated to Alpha Logan? Since the day he brought me to his pack, all I’d come across were weirdos and strange people. How could thi

Katie’s P.O.V I froze, my heart pounding an erratic tattoo in my chest. My anger and incomprehension that little Theophilus was still here faded and I felt as if an ice cube had slithered down my spine. The word, “Poison” echoed in my ears, drowning out the angry murmurs of the crowd. “How?” I looked at Ella and grew nauseous at the doubt in her gaze. No. Did she really think I was capable of attempting murder? No, in a minute, I would wake up and find I’d been having a crazy dream, I thought dazedly. Maybe I was still back in that dungeon and my lack of feeding was causing me to have strange hallucinations—because this could not be happening. However, a single glance at Nancy’s wickedly smug smile and the accusing glares of the Ridge Pack members forced me to accept that this was not a figment of my imagination. Shaken, I closed my eyes and snatched a breath. Nancy set me up. I was sure that she had poisoned Alpha Logan, hoping to kill him or make him sick enough so she would bec

Aimee’s P.O.VStartled by the knock, I jerked free. Still for a long moment, I couldn’t tear my gaze from his face. “Aimee.” His husky tone made my nerves jump. Then he leaned closer and lapped up a dry trail of tears. His tongue felt hot and wet on my cheek, and my core throbbed in response. How could I find that hot? As he ignored whoever was at the door and moved his hot mouth to the sweet spot at the nape of my neck and gave a long suck, my heart stopped, realizing I’d wanted him to kiss me like that for a long time, to explore every part of me with his mouth, but I refused to submit. This just had to be as a result of the raging mate bond. Besides, Nancy was still in the picture and I had no idea what he wanted to do with her now.So I pushed away from him like his nearness burned me. His eyes held mine for a brief moment, then released me and Logan strode angrily toward the door. Shaken, my heart racing, I ran to the long windows, parted the drapes, and looked at the sparkling c

Aimee’s P.O.V:Angry and humiliated couldn’t begin to explain how I felt as I stumbled out of the Alpha’s mansion, into the dimly lit porch. My eyes hurt so much from crying, coupled with the fist that slammed into the right one last night after I moved my things into one of the maid’s chambers at the Beta’s Tower. And even now they welled with tears that stung the bruise around them.I'd never been super rich or lived a princess dream but the life I led back in my pack never prepared me for the harsh realities of omega maids in other packs. The Alpha’s mansion was a paradise compared to the dingy and dirtied rooms at the Beta’s Tower. The room I was shown into stank and the single mattress that lay at the corner of the cold cement floor was bed-bug ridden and just plain disgusting.Not to mention that the warriors and the guards of the pack distributed the women amongst themselves according to the wing you found yourself. Ella was in the North wing where the Beta’s favorite maids wer