Contract With Alpha Logan novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Logan POV

I don’t know the ways of the Moon Goddess, but how could I sense her as my mate when she was already married to Alpha Graham and bore his mark on her n*eck?

Despite the persistence of the Elders in my pack, I resisted getting married or taking a chosen mate because I believed my true mate was still out there.

When I first saw Kylie, I couldn’t forget her. Her delicate floral scent, evoking orange blossoms and sweet spice, etched into my memory.

This morning when I sensed her as my mate, I expected her to acknowledge me, but she didn’t and that drove me mad. While her scent had put me in a frenzy, why wasn’t she recognizing me? The only reasoning could be that her old mate bond was rotting inside, but it was still there,

After I had recognized her as my mate, she did nothing but watch me with the indifference of any other woman. I didn’t like. it at all. Furthermore, I became even angrier at the way Graham and Zoe treated her. I was so ready to kill Graham. I wanted. to whisk her away to my pack and never let her go. But could things happen my way? I couldn’t wait to be in the car with her and be surrounded by her scent.

As soon as she was in my car, I reveled in her soft floral and spicy scent. It was impossible for me to stay away from her, and she had shrunk far away from me, glued to the other side much to my displeasure.

I was thinking of ways to touch her when, all at once, the car jolted and swiveled. She was flung into my lap, and I immediately wrapped my arms around her, fearing she might be injured. A deafening growl escaped my throat. Who had the audacity to strike me and my mate? I smelled rogues.

As soon as we killed them all and were back in the car, I missed her in my lap. On an impulse, I grabbed her hand. When she reminded me about it, I shamelessly caught another one. I shrugged, saying, “You asked me to leave that hand and not this.” Her contact sent electricity zapping up my b*dy all the way to my cock. My wolf, Blaze, purred inside me when her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink. I braced myself for the inevitable release of her hand from mine, but to my delight, she kept her our hands intertwined. This little touch was enough for now.

“You’ve got a minor bruise on your n*eck.”1 pointed when my gaze landed over there. Rage filled me and I wanted to kill that rogue who jumped on her all over again. He must have scratched her with his claw when he lunged at her. Honestly, I was proud with the way she tackled the rogues along my side.

Her hand reached there inadvertently, and she said, “It’ll heal.”

“I don’t think it’ll heal quickly, Kylie. That is a scratch by a rogue and it carries infection. Let me help you heal it.”

Her face scrunched up in a frown. “How can you help me?”