Join me for lunch

Aimee’s P.O.V

Morning sunlight filtered through the glass panes, casting a warm glow across the room I still hadn’t gotten used to, maybe because it was a huge difference from the one Alpha Logan had given to me before stripping me off my dignity and my…happiness.

Perched on the edge of the stiff lump called a bed, the ache in my chest mirrored the weight of my suffocating present. The room seemed to constrict around me, packed with the shadows of memories I couldn’t escape. My heart was a shredded mess, reverberating with the cruel cadence of Alpha Logan’s words—the ones he hurled at me that night with ruthless abandon.

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as if to steady myself against the onslaught of emotions coursing through me. somehow I was grateful that he had thrown me out, or how would I be able to stay in that room where every inch of space had been tainted by his presence and the poison he had injected into my heart.

In my trembling hand, I held a lighter, its