Contract With Alpha Logan novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 

Katy POV 

Honeymoon in Mexico was simply enchanting. We stayed at an adult luxurious resort that faced the white sandy beaches of Cancun. Ace and I spent most of our time in the room because my wolf was insatiable. He had a permanent erection that was drilling into me in every damn possible way. We christened every surface of the room, including the bathtub, floors and even our balcony. 

Yes, he knotted inside me three times in three days. The first day was painful as hell. I screamed when he knotted inside me, but he pinned me to the bed, his wolf snarling at me to stay in place because he wanted to plant his seeds inside me. The second day it was less painful and remained the same on the third day. When he retreated, he would scoop his cum and put it back inside me, saying, “I can’t let my boys go astray. Each one of them will go inside you.” 

When we were lounging on the pristine white sand beach, he would cover us with a sheet and mount me. On the pretext of applying sunscreen, he would f*ck me from behind. If there were many people on the beach and he wanted me, he would carry me to the palm forest near the beach and f*ck me against a tree. Overall, my honeymoon could be defined as “f*ck honeymoon“. 

The attention he got when we would dine was absolutely annoying. I caught girls blushing at him all the time. One particular waitress suggested him she would wait for him behind the hotel if needed a quick f*ck, Before Ace could react, I got up and pushed her. She fell on her butt and it created a huge commotion. It took an hour for Ace to quiet the management at the hotel. Not that I cared. But all others got the message that he was mine. 

While Ace went scuba diving, I went snorkeling. The experience was out of the world. Underwater world was beautiful, and I wondered if there were mermaids around. I had heard that mermaids existed, but no one had ever heard of them. 

I also forced him to meet the psychiatrist who helped him greatly with his memories. He asked me to take it slow and not force him to remember anything. “The spell cast on him was pretty powerful,” the doctor said to me. 

I swallowed thickly as I looked at Ace, who was sleeping on the couch after the session. 

The doctor cautioned, “Make sure that you don’t lose temper around him for a few months. Patience is the key, Katy.” 

I nodded because I would do anything for the only wolf I ever loved in my life. 

Honestly, I didn’t want to come back, but duty calls. When we returned, King Soren welcomed us and then asked Ace to join him in day- to–day activities so that he got to know what he was supposed to do as the king. 

Ace got majorly busy, and I was also “tutored” on how to be a queen. Goddess, it was an ordeal. I seriously contemplated asking Ace to abolish the monarchy, but he said that his people liked to see their king and queen. He also said that the Viking pack was hundreds of years old, with the same family ruling over it. “We are of Irish descent, Katy. What do you expect?” 

Coronation day. 

The castle was draped in banners of green and gold, its walls humming centuries old history. As the sun rose, the streets were transformed into rivers of shimmering gold. Pack members gathered outside the walls of the castle with anticipation. 

Inside the grand hall, there were councilors waiting for our arrival. Logan, Kylie, Shir, Fenris, Alpha Derek and so many of our allies were present over there, each looking at the festivities curiously. They had never witnessed anything like it. How could they? We were the only monarchs in the werewolf community. 

King Soren had asked us to be there by 8AM. 

Ace wore his traditional velvet and ermine rode while I wore a crimson silk gown. As Ace stepped forward towards the intricately crafted throne, I stepped to the right, where Kylie and Logan were. 

“This is so good!” Kylie said excitedly. 

The crown, an ornate diadem of gold and jewels, rested on King Soren’s head. He was standing in front of the throne. As soon as Ace stepped onto the raised platform where the throne was, King Soren stepped to the left. The Shaman, who was standing there to perform the ceremony, bowed to Ace. Ace got down on his knees and lowered his head in front of his father. 

The Shaman started chanting incantations. When he finished the prayer to the Moon Goddess, he lifted the crown, its jewels catching the light, casting a rainbow across the hall. Slowly, he descended the crown on Ace’s head. The crowd erupted in cheers. I wiped a tear from my ch*ek. This was the culmination of my Alpha to a greater role–one I thought he’d never assume. 

But Ace had shown significant improvement. I never persuaded him to remember our past, but occasional memories would resurface. His wolf helped him heal as well. 

King Soren was jubilant. I could see pride and content in his eyes. He pulled Ace into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you, son. With your 

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mate, you are going to rule this pack for a long time.” Soren stepped down along with Ace, and he called me by his side. With me in the center, we walked to the balcony from where we could see our pack members. Upon reaching there, Soren announced, “I present to the new king and queen of the Viking pack, King Ace and Queen Katy!” 

A shudder ran down my spine and goosebumps lined up my skin when the weight of his words fell upon me 

The pack members cheered, a chorus of approval sweeping through the streets. 

King Ace’s eyes, bright with determination, surveyed his subjects with a steady gaze. He squeezed my hand tightly, indicating that I had to stay by his side always. I leaned on his shoulder and gave him my approval. 

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For the rest of the day, the castle was a hub of activity. All pack members brought some or the other gift which apparently was a tradition. 

Kylie was so excited during lunch and she just couldn’t stop clicking pictures to post on her social media. “Who the hell is related to royalty these days?” she said when I laughed at her. “So just shut up and smile for the photo!” 

They both left the next day in the morning because they had urgent work. All the other guests stayed for a day more and left the second day. 

It was on the third day that Alpha Soren said, “Ace, it’s time that I leave. My bags are already packed.” 

Emotions charged up. I looked at Alpha Soren, knowing well where he was going. Over the last two days, he had taken Cassie out of the dungeons and she was taken to an unknown location somewhere in the deep forests secretly. He was going to join her over there. Though many pack members advised him to reject her, we knew he wouldn’t. Cassie was his mate, and he rather abdicated his throne to be with her than reject her. 

Last night, when we were in his room handing him the final documents, he said to Ace, “I know that your mother had been terrible about all this Selection, but-” He took a deep breath. “She’s my mate and we’ve spent forty years together. How can I give away that togetherness? I can’t. I don’t have the strength in me to reject my mate bond.” 

Tears gathered in my eyes because I had also gone to lengths for my mate and to restore my mate bond, 

“Father,” Ace said. “It’s fine. I understand.” 

Alpha Soren left the Viking pack to join his mate soon after. 

Three months later. 

I was eating chocolate ice cream, which had become my favorite during my pregnancy. Ace was sleeping with his head in my lap, on a lazy Sunday afternoon, while I was watching a movie. He had become ferociously protective about me and had multiple guards around me every time.