He's Not That...Bad?

Aimee’s P.O.V

The next morning~~

Everyone was right. The rumors were true. Alpha Logan was a psychopath, and unfortunately, I was the latest addition to his harem. He had kidnapped me, humiliated me, and now he wanted me to bear his child or stay with him forever.

I felt like a caged animal, left with no choice but to sign the damn contract. But one thing was clear in my heart. He could be a monster and imprison me, but I would never love or submit to him.

Clenching my jaw, I stared out the window, ignoring the pain in my wrist and the contract in my lap. Because of him, my neck still throbbed from where he had choked me. I wished I could rub the purple marks on my neck, but the handcuffs prevented me from moving my arms. I could still feel the imprint of his fingers on my skin, burning like a brand.

My eyes drifted close as humiliation fired through me. How could I have reacted so shamelessly when Alpha Logan degraded me? The wetness between my thighs was physical proof of my sha