All Chapters of I'm Not Yours, Alpha!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aimee's P.O.VI clutched my chest and scrambled away from the horror in front of me. My lips burned with pain, blood dripping down my chin into my knees which were tucked in beneath me.I was clad only in my bra, exposed and vulnerable to those monsters so I tightened my arms around me, rocking from side to side as my ears blurred. I couldn't bear to to look at the kidnapper or the man who'd saved me.My mind soon turned blank, the only emotion registering was terror. My lungs locked up, as if a noose tightened around my neck and I realized I couldn't breathe. From the back of my mind, I realize I was having a panic attack and all I had to do is open up my lungs and breath, but I couldn't stop it. No matter how hard I tried to tell myself to breathe, nothing was working. I was lying on the floor in my bra, heaving, sobbing, unable to breathe.I felt a hand on my head, and I curled into myself even more as my body trembled.“You’re safe, Katie.” the voice sounded distant yet familia

Chapter 16: Jumping out of the window Author's P.O.VAimee was taken back by the harshness of his voice and probably thought he was infuriated with her because of her indecent behavior towards him. She couldn't blame the guy. After she'd led him on the first time and then now…. Ugh. Guilt washed over her. She was so sorry and prayed Logan wouldn't find out. As she recalled her professor's silent threat to walk in, in a rush, she dressed back in her sopping clothes. Hesitantly, she ambled to the door, and pushed it open. When she came face to face with him, her heart jolted and she trembled, giving him an apologetic look. "I... I'm sorry, I was just not clear-headed. Please don't take the nonsense I said to heart. Please I'd appreciate if we could just forget all about this."No matter how eloquent she usually was, she fumbled through her words this time as her stomach threatened to be sick. It was so tight, pooling with nausea as she looked at the man in front of her.Blackwood rubbe

Aimee’s P.O.VAlthough far from it, to everyone else who stared at me, it was as if I was doing the walk of shame. But what sent an icy chill down my spine was the pure look of rage on Logan’s face when he saw me.“Where are you coming from?” He’d said, voice dripping with wrath. “Don’t you fucking think of lying to me?”At first, I wanted to launch into an explanation, to convince him that I’d never do whatever he thought or was told I was doing, yet my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. Slowly, I realized I was trembling and not from fear but from rage. My rage was so strong that it almost matched his. How dare he attack me…right in front of everyone? Fine he didn’t right out accuse me of infidelity but he damn well might have! Stalking towards him, I came to a stop in front of him. He glared down at me. I seethed up at him. “I refuse to be an object of ridicule to your pack members.” I snarled, attempting to shove the solid wall of his body away, or walk through him, whate

Aimee's p.o.vMy lips were tingling. My blood was roaring. My stomach was clenching.He'd slid his tongue into mine on the slight opening after I let out a gasp of surprise. And I'd let it happen.My wrist still burned from where his fingers had wrapped around them. I hadn't wanted him to stop.Oh Goddess, Damien kissed me and told me he was…he was…"Miss Aimee?" A voice called out and in shock, I shot up my seat, my cheeks heating when I realized every eyes had turned on me, staring at me like I'd lost my marbles.I wished the ground could open up and swallow me as I stared at pissed Ms. Houston who was in a tight fitting skirt and blouse. Her brows were arched as she glared at me. I had a class with her this morning and I'd drifted off while thinking about what happened earlier before Damien dropped me off at the University and drove off."Do you mind sharing your scribbling with the class?" She snapped at me and I flushed even harder."I…I wasn't scribbling ma'am." I stammered, kno

Aimee's P.O.VLogan had tried to kill me. Professor Blackwood was right. He was using me. A part of me knew I was really making any sense as Logan still had use of me if the rumors were true. But he had sent those flowers and food to me! Sarah was dead ... IN MY PLACE. Her clique of friends had carried her body out of the room onto the hallway as they awaited the school authorities arrival.Guilt sliced through me, and tears welled in my eyes. If I hadn't given her the meal....and disposed it instead, she would still be alive. She was such a happy girl with a life ahead of her and now... was dead.I think I was going to be sick. My stomach churned with nausea and bile was rising in my lungs. I should leave to the bathroom or something before I puke all over everyone. As the thought crossed my mind, a hand dropped ok my shoulder, startling me and when I turned my head to see who it was, I jerked back in shock.It was Logan.He had never come to my school.He came to see if his work was