Overbearing Alpha.

Aimee’s P.O.V

Over the next few weeks, I saw little of Logan. He had left for his office before I woke in the mornings and did not return until late evenings. He seemed busy and left me out of the pack affairs. I mused dryly as I recalled the times I came across him on the porch or in the corridors. Once he became aware of my presence, he’d rush off like he was in a hurry and pointedly ignore me.

Although, Alpha Logan had books delivered into my room and sent flowers every morning, with beautiful handwritten notes that barely had any words but strangely was enough to make my heart tingle while reading them. There was a time I was taking a stroll in the garden and some of his guards leered at me. A low growl resounded in the air and let's just say, I never saw them ever again. Did he kill them because of me? And why did that thought make my pulse race like a stallion on meds? I knew I should be horrified. Alpha Logan might have killed his own men for just looking at me. But, and I mi