Funny Little Guy

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