I'm yours Alpha.

Aimee's P.O.V

I 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