บททั้งหมดของ I'm Not Yours, Alpha!: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Aimee's P.O.V"Maybe you'd get a little more color to your skin after a good night's rest." Logan continued in a tender voice but I shook my head."Hmm Hmm. dirty." I mumbled, my mouth felt almost too heavy to speak through, but Logan glared at me. "I need to have a bath first.""You can do that tomorrow. Right now you can barely keep your eyes open and stand on your feet. Let me help you get changed." He held out a shirt of his and moved to take off her top."It's fine, I can manage by myself." I was hit by a sudden fierce need to throw my arms around him and beg him to hold me...make love to me even but I bit my lip to prevent the words from tumbling out. I couldn't manage with him tonight, not with what Professor Blackwood told me. Yes, I still held a faint belief towards his claims. Besides, my emotions were too raw and, if Logan came close to me, I might say something both of us would never come back from. Thank Goddess he chose that moment to stand up and walked over to the d

Aimee's P.O.VI heard Logan draw a sharp breath and when he withdrew his cock from my heat and flipped me over to be under him, the brilliant fire in his warned me that he wasn't going to stop until he'd taken me apart with pleasure. But he was waiting for my consent still. A shift in our relationship and it.....it made my eyes sting with tears. Logan might never tell me he loved me but he cared for me. Too broken to actually apologize for the rough start of our relationship, I got snippets of his guilt and apologies from the unguarded expressions that travelled across his face with the speed of light. His behavior last night had proven that, if I needed proof after the tenderness he had shown me when I discovered Ella was the culprit. His cruel silent rejection months ago when Nancy had taken control of his mind had broken my heart, but since I had fallen into heat and almost left him, he was trying in his own little way to try and atone for everything--Killing Jake, making my broth

Damien's P.O.VStealthily, I sauntered towards the newly reconstructed dungeon, thankfully for the dark cover of night. The sky was pitch black, devoid of any moon or stars as if nature itself were an accomplice to my Plans. pointedly ignoring the agony tearing me apart from the insides as I felt Aimee fuck the Alpha, I moved silently, leather soles soundless against cobblestones.I wouldn't lie. I was tempted. Tempted to poison Logan and take Aimee for myself. Head over heels for her. That was what I was. Marking Bond asides. Aimee was special, soft and tender, the kind of flower that flourishes under the greatest devotion and love, withering if neglected. Logan didn't give her any of that. He only kept hurting her and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back my fists the next time he brought tears to her eyes. Nobody was allowed to hurt her. Not even her mate. Fuck him. Fuck my loyalty to him. Everyday I ached for Aimee. Hurt whenever her wolf blocked out my wolf. I'd given up tryin

Aimee’s P.O.V I’d been staring at the box sitting on the bed for the most part of the morning since I’d woken up. Logan had it delivered earlier, before he left for some trade pack whatever but I couldn’t bring myself to take out the shimmering black slip of a dress that sat in it. Why Logan would want me to wear something this…exquisite for a burial ceremony was beyond me. But he said and I quote, “You might not be announced as my Luna…yet, but everyone knows you are my mate and no matter the occasion, you have to dress accordingly.” The dress was something meant for a club, not a solemn gathering of grieving people. Since Logan was the Alpha of a pack whose member had been involved in the murder of the daughter of the alpha of another pack, we both had to be there. But I knew I wouldn’t miss Sarah’s burial even if my life depended on it. She died in my place and the least I could do was pay her my last respects and this dress wasn’t in any way respectful. As I reached for the box

Damien had a plan and it had to work. After the talk he had with Logan during their run few days ago, Damien desperately wanted to show Ella’s true colors to everyone so why not kill a butcher with her own knife? Here he was in the dark cover of night with the vampires from the other side of the world, literally. The same vampire who had given him the blood was the only one he could turn to now. Adjusting the collar of his black jacket, Damien muttered. “I need you to help me steal the chat software password bound to this number. I can’t wait too long for it this time. I need to use it.” The corner of the vampire’s lips twitched. Everyone in their world knew how well-versed in technology the vampires were, the Vampire king did train some hackers but the technology was used to protect their internal firewalls, which could be regarded as world-class. But now, this werewolf wanted him to steal the freaking password of some useless chat app and thought it would take him time. “Okay, Da