Todos los capítulos de I'm Not Yours, Alpha!: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Aimee pressed the button next to her bed and a loud beeping noise filled the room. Two nurses rushed in, panicking. “What’s wrong Miss?”They were already checking her vitals but she shook her head and whispered. “Please tell him to go. Please. Please.”The nurses were terrified, sweat pooling on their faces as terror washed over them. Did she really request for them to chase Alpha Logan out of the hospital? he had never been to the hospital until the accident but it doesn’t mean they did not fear him as much as every other person in the pack. How will they ask him to leave?”“Aimee,” Logan began, reaching out to touch her but before he could, Aimee grabbed a fruit knife on the table next to the roll-up bed and stabbed at his shoulder without hesitation.Logan didn’t move to dodge it, the sound of a knife piercing his flesh filled the room, and his shirt was soon soaked with blood.Aimee’s face turned pale for a moment and the knife slipped through her shaky hands. Why didn’t he move

Until a pair of slender hands broke through the water and fished her out of the purgatory of death.Aimee only squinted her eyes open and glanced at him, then lost consciousness.When she woke up again, Aimee found that she was no longer in the hospital but back in a new room in the New Ridge Pack. A tiny smile grazed her lips. Logan didn’t take her to his room. He respected the fact that she didn’t want him close to her.“And she’s awake.” A voice congratulated next to her and she blinked her eyes open only to see the doctor. “You just choked on water. It was nothing serious and your leg had been re-bandaged.”“Since when have I been out?” she whispered.“Four days and ten hours.” The doctor said with a kind smile and she gasped.“That’s a long time.” She laughed awkwardly and tried to swallow but her throat was too dry.“Here you go,” The man handed her a glass of water and she took a sip, flinching as it slid down her throat.Downstairs, Logan was sitting in the hall, his expressio

“Bruce had a change of plans.” Nancy said, plucking at a loose thread on the hem of her dress. She always seemed to only wear dresses. “But I’m going to turn it into my favor.”“Hmm,” Ella said disinterestedly, “What’s that?”“He agreed to my plan of drugging Logan and sleeping with him.” A smirk twisted the sides of her lips. “Bruce thinks I’m only just going to pretend to sleep with him while he takes videos and have it sent to Aimee. He doesn’t know I fully intend to conceive of a child for his brother.”“Where does this put me?” Ella suddenly snapped, her eyes alight with irritation.“I didn’t ask you to rush ahead and turn yourself into a fucking rogue with a bounty prize over her head.” Nancy snapped right back. “Anyway, once I conceive of his baby, Logan will only care about me and then once I have him under my thumb, I’ll make him let you back into the pack and Aimee is yours to do with as you please. Do you still want Damien or you’re done with his bullshit after everything?”

Aimee was sick with worry. She moved her wheelchair to and fro as she counted the hands of seconds with the clock as it ticked by. Where was Logan? He had been gone before she woke up and when asked, Damien said he’d gone to take care of some pack business and would be back before noon.But it was already 7pm in the evening and there was no sign of him. Her heart felt heavy at the thought of what he could be doing that would keep him out this late. She even felt worse because she couldn’t go out to look for him. Her legs were pulsing with pain from how worried she was too. She just felt extremely miserable and lonely. Damien had stayed with her for the most part of the morning but when he tried to kiss her, she’d told him to get out of her sight. He didn’t even seem apologetic after she brushed him off. Aimee knew Damien had changed, had gotten colder and brazen. Anything she tried to talk to him about Ella, he was really cold and gaze little information. He was searching for her, all

“This is perfect.” She adjusted her sunglasses, trying and failing to move around on the sun lounger. The sun was just right, cooking her skin into a smoothed light brown. “You are perfect.” Came the deep masculine voice next to her. She blushed. Hard. Compliments never seemed to come short from him.“Do you want more of that?” he pointed at the coconut milk she’d been sipping since they arrived at the beach on the private property.“Nah, I’m cool.” Her eyes, hidden by the glasses crinkled at the sides from the grin that appeared on her lips. She couldn’t remember when last she felt this happy. Something she thought was never possible for her after everything. “You’re thinking, Aimee.” He sang, making her chuckle lightly. “Remember our promise.”“Fine. Fine. Sorry.” She muttered, leaning over to reach for the sunscreen but she was too far from it. if she could just move her legs so she would be able to…“There. I got you.” He grabbed the bottle and handed it to her. As she took it,