Aimee's P.O.VI clutched my chest and scrambled away from the horror in front of me. My lips burned with pain, blood dripping down my chin into my knees which were tucked in beneath me.I was clad only in my bra, exposed and vulnerable to those monsters so I tightened my arms around me, rocking from side to side as my ears blurred. I couldn't bear to to look at the kidnapper or the man who'd saved me.My mind soon turned blank, the only emotion registering was terror. My lungs locked up, as if a noose tightened around my neck and I realized I couldn't breathe. From the back of my mind, I realize I was having a panic attack and all I had to do is open up my lungs and breath, but I couldn't stop it. No matter how hard I tried to tell myself to breathe, nothing was working. I was lying on the floor in my bra, heaving, sobbing, unable to breathe.I felt a hand on my head, and I curled into myself even more as my body trembled.“You’re safe, Katie.” the voice sounded distant yet familia
Author's p.o.vTheir lips met in the lightest of kisses and due to Aimee's weakness, she couldn't hold herself up for much longer so she slumped against his chest but she was unsatisfied with just a kiss. It was her Logan after all. So she began mouthing at his chest. Her lips parted and she pressed those open mouthed kiss to his the open skin on his chest. Distantly, she waited for the bristle of tiny chest hairs to tickle her face but it never did came.So she smiled up at "Logan" and muttered. "You shaved your chest hair without me?"But the man looking at her wasn't smiling, his lips were twisted in a scalding fury as his eyes moved over her flushed, oddly grinning face.Logan didn't deserve such an angel like this,' he thought. Logan didn't deserve anything good in life. As he looked at her, his eyes took in her cheeks which were beer red and her lips which were pulled in a pout, puckered like a rose flower.So fucking gorgeous. Heat stirred in his groin area but he wouldn't act
Chapter 16: Jumping out of the window Author's P.O.VAimee was taken back by the harshness of his voice and probably thought he was infuriated with her because of her indecent behavior towards him. She couldn't blame the guy. After she'd led him on the first time and then now…. Ugh. Guilt washed over her. She was so sorry and prayed Logan wouldn't find out. As she recalled her professor's silent threat to walk in, in a rush, she dressed back in her sopping clothes. Hesitantly, she ambled to the door, and pushed it open. When she came face to face with him, her heart jolted and she trembled, giving him an apologetic look. "I... I'm sorry, I was just not clear-headed. Please don't take the nonsense I said to heart. Please I'd appreciate if we could just forget all about this."No matter how eloquent she usually was, she fumbled through her words this time as her stomach threatened to be sick. It was so tight, pooling with nausea as she looked at the man in front of her.Blackwood rubbe
Chapter new: Author's P.O.V Miss Houston's voice was filled with jealousy, with a sense of "I will kill whoever she is." She had been at a party with her bosom friends but instantly left the venue, driving like a mad bat when she heard that the professor had brought a woman over. Aimee went rigid at the voice and goosebumps erupted over her skin as if she was doused with water from head to toe. Miss Houston? What was that woman doing here? Aside from what Sarah back at the University had told her today, it was quite obvious that the woman did not like her. If she knew that Aimee was "the mystery girl" staying here, life would be difficult for her in the future. There was no telling what Miss Houston would do to her! She couldn't dare to go to sleep as she jumped from the bed, throwing the covers to the floor. Although she couldn't make out their words clearly, her heart still jumped when Ms Houston's voice drew nearer. Her heart was thumping so hard, it was like a sledgehammer sl
Aimee’s P.O.VAlthough far from it, to everyone else who stared at me, it was as if I was doing the walk of shame. But what sent an icy chill down my spine was the pure look of rage on Logan’s face when he saw me.“Where are you coming from?” He’d said, voice dripping with wrath. “Don’t you fucking think of lying to me?”At first, I wanted to launch into an explanation, to convince him that I’d never do whatever he thought or was told I was doing, yet my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. Slowly, I realized I was trembling and not from fear but from rage. My rage was so strong that it almost matched his. How dare he attack me…right in front of everyone? Fine he didn’t right out accuse me of infidelity but he damn well might have! Stalking towards him, I came to a stop in front of him. He glared down at me. I seethed up at him. “I refuse to be an object of ridicule to your pack members.” I snarled, attempting to shove the solid wall of his body away, or walk through him, whate
Aimee's P.o.vMy eyes were red-rimmed and stung from how hard I'd shed tears. I regretted physically assaulting Logan in front of his subjects but he attacked me first.Hell he was hurting me both physically and with his words. I had no choice but no matter how hard I'd tried to convince myself, I just couldn't stop the guilt and….fear. He hadn't come to me or said anything to me after what had happened.A soft knock on the door snapped my head up–since Logan announced me as his mate, I'd moved into a better room at the tower, this one I didn't share with Ella–and my stomach rolled with nausea. What is the one at the door? After I sniffled to clear my nostrils, I called, "Who's there?"A tiny voice penetrated through the wood and the tension left my shoulders. "Come I .'The door pushed open and Ella walked in tentatively, her eyes enlarging when she saw my wrecked form on the bed.Stopping in front of me, she asked. "Are you okay? I…I'm sorry about what happened."I offered her a sha
Aimee's p.o.vMy lips were tingling. My blood was roaring. My stomach was clenching.He'd slid his tongue into mine on the slight opening after I let out a gasp of surprise. And I'd let it happen.My wrist still burned from where his fingers had wrapped around them. I hadn't wanted him to stop.Oh Goddess, Damien kissed me and told me he was…he was…"Miss Aimee?" A voice called out and in shock, I shot up my seat, my cheeks heating when I realized every eyes had turned on me, staring at me like I'd lost my marbles.I wished the ground could open up and swallow me as I stared at pissed Ms. Houston who was in a tight fitting skirt and blouse. Her brows were arched as she glared at me. I had a class with her this morning and I'd drifted off while thinking about what happened earlier before Damien dropped me off at the University and drove off."Do you mind sharing your scribbling with the class?" She snapped at me and I flushed even harder."I…I wasn't scribbling ma'am." I stammered, kno
Logan's P.O.VMy knuckles were raw and slightly torn, blood seeping from the cuts on it. The air in the room was musty and filled with a metallic scent so strong I could almost taste it.In front of me sat two bastards tied to chairs, one of which was dead. Usually, I didn't meddle in the torturing of wrongdoers but they were the bastards who had tried to kidnap Aimee and I needed to know who sent them.And they were proving stubborn and tight-lipped.So snagging a blade laced with wolfsbane, I slowly moved towards the bloodied bastard."Please," he begged through lips that were smashed and swollen. "He'll kill me if I tell you. Please."That's exactly why I was pissed. It was a He who sent them. Not a She. All fingers pointed at Nancy at first but when these fools were brought to me, a trickle of surprise shot through me when they kept saying "He."Gritting my teeth, I leaned in and dug the blade into his skin, unfeeling as a guttual and almostical animalistic scream tore through him