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Damn you to hell, Alpha

Aimee’s P.O.V

Strong arms reached out to break my fall and I blushed a bright crimson when my lips grazed his as I looked up. Fuck, Kira was right. He’s so handsome.

Wait what was I thinking? I shook my head to snap out of it.

“Put me down, Alpha Logan.” My voice came out harder than I intended.

“Oh.” A wicked smirk pulled at his lips and suddenly, my back slammed on the floor.

“Ow!” I groaned as pain shot through me. He actually dropped me. What an asshole.

Scowling at him, I picked myself up, rubbing at my lower back. “Stupid ass.”

He arched a brow. “What was that?”

“Nothing.” I bit out, looking away from him. My breath caught in my throat as I realized we had gotten to his mansion. That was why I bumped into his back.

Bloody hell, it was stunning.

With cream marble columns and red velvet curtains, it was nothing like Alpha Tate’s mansion back at crescent Pack.

“Close your mouth or you might catch flies.” Logan’s breath brushed my ears and I jumped. My cheeks heated as I r
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