All Chapters of I'm Not Yours, Alpha!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ella’s P.O.V Please…kiss me back. Please don’t hate me. I can take anything the world shoves at me other than this look of repulsion on your face. I cried silently as I raked my teeth over his lips, trying to force them open. I was crushed against him, feeling every inch of his body on mine. I could barely draw a breath, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to consume him, to erase the pain and the guilt that haunted me. He was my salvation, my damnation, my everything. Damien was mine, and I would fight anyone who tried to take him away from me. And Aimee tried.She could have chosen to be a rogue. She was strong. Somehow, she’d have found her way back to her pack. But instead, she pretended to be a damsel in distress and took what was mine. I should have been the one he marked. Damien should have looked a

Logan’s P.O.V I didn’t bother shooting off a reply to Mannes, knowing better than to ask questions over the phone. Sliding the cold device into my pocket, I snatched my jacket and swung out of my study, leaving behind a mess of paperwork that meant fuck all to me. Pack negotiations…alliances confirmation…peace treaties. Things that I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about at this moment in my life. I mind-linked my Beta to get the car ready and meet me at the entrance. “Here, you drive.” I threw him the keys as I reached the car. He looked stunned, but he caught them easily not daring to voice an opinion. He knew better than to cross me when I was in this state. And before Aimee, this was always my state. “And for the love of Hades, do not speak to me during the ride.” He blew out a breath and got in the driver’s seat. I slid in after him and he started the engine at me and tore away from the mansion. We drove in silence for the most part, heading toward the outskirts of my pack. The t

Logan’s P.O.VPerching lightly on the edge of the bed, my eyes roved over her agitated face. Ensuring not to disrupt her slumber, I leaned in, my fingers trailing delicate paths across her pale, soft skin. My touch ventured to her dry, parted lips as she took in gentle breaths. Her skin looked clammy and sickly, nothing like the delicious creamy softness I adored. Lashes so long it caressed her cheeks, hiding the dark bags that had grown under her eyes, a clear indication of her weariness despite being unconscious. My fingertips traced the dry trails of tears on her cheeks. A pang of guilt clutched my heart, and I closed my eyes, letting it consume me whole. Because I knew that I was the cause of her current state.I sighed to myself. A part of me was glad that she wasn’t awake because I didn’t want to see the look in her eyes when she takes me in or listen to what I wanted to confess, not to only her, but also to myself. “I know that I forced you into my world,” I began in a hushed

Aimee’s P.O.VMeeting your future professor at an exclusive party and spilling a drink on his jacket. Check.Said Professor flirting with you right after. Check.Running out on him because your jealous mate was stomping off. Check.Damage control anyone?“Breathe Aimee.” I felt his breath hot against my ear and the breath stuck even deeper in my lungs.How does anyone breathe in situations like this?“In…out…in…out.” Professor Blackwood sounded amused as he rubbed his hand over the top of my back and why wouldn’t he? Here he was teaching a full-grown woman how to breathe. Thankfully, my brain followed his lead and before long, my lungs remembered how to draw in breaths and I almost fainted with relief as oxygen flooded me.From the corners of my eye, I noticed a woman, slightly older than me, moving towards where we stood.I discreetly inched away from the professor, my cheeks heating as I realized how our posture might have seemed to an onlooker. First days aren't always the best.Si

Ella’s P.O.VThe sharp scent of cheap cologne mingled with a faint scent of garbage stung my nose as I moved past the vampires who thankfully didn’t either notice me or spare me a glance. I’d seen that figure, their footfall had matched mine and Aimee’s.As I moved further away, I felt exposed, my senses on high alert, like a frantic animal about to strike. I knew they’d found me and were here for me but hell if I’d let them take me without a fight. Everyone in the Ridge pack thought I was just pathetic half-bred Ella but beneath my supposed weakness, I was dangerous, not just by virtue of my abilities, but by the need to survive no matter what that burned within me. I drew my jacket tighter around me as I cautiously moved, looking over my shoulders through the quieter areas. A cold breeze whispered danger through the dark, rustling the stray papers and cigarette butts at my feet.My heightened senses instantly fired up once I saw the cloaked figure, picking up every sound: the distan