Contract With Alpha Logan

Chapter 17

Kylie POV

A knock on the door pulled me from my reverie. I whirled when the door cracked open and I saw Alpha Logan. He stood at the door, his eyes intensely focused on me. He was holding a folder on the side.

My checks heated under his intense stare. “Alpha Logan,” I said. “I’m ready.”

“And you look beautiful,” he breathed as he scanned my b*dy with his heated gaze.

I took a ragged breath in, not knowing why his compliment affected me so much. “Thanks.”

He came inside and handed me the document. “I’ve signed the contract, and here’s your copy.”

I took it from him with shaky hands. The weight of the papers felt like partial freedom. “Thanks again.” I walked to the writing desk, where I pulled out a drawer and kept the contract.

He offered me his arm when we made our way to the driveway. Everyone watched us with curiosity in their eyes. I couldn’t help but fidget. An SUV was standing with a chauffeur in the driveway. “I’ll be driving today!” Alpha Logan said to the chauffeur, whose eyes went wide in surprise. He bowed to Alpha Logan and gave the keys to him. Alpha Logan opened the passenger side door for me. When I sat in, he gently closed it before rushing to the driver’s side. We hit the main road in less than five minutes.

we going?”

your stay valid,”

out of a fashion magazine. I stole glances at him every time I could. I observed the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with every movement. As we ventured further into the

a solitary, towering oak tree grew, its ancient branches reaching towards the sky like guardians of their secrets. “This was the place where my ancestors held important pack meetings,” he explained. “But now we have built an office where all

field. It was dry and extended till my eyes could see it. “I’d love to start with

you propose,” he replied, his eyes fixed

you haven’t even heard about

my chin and pinched it lightly, tipping my head up. “Why are you low on confidence,

before. Blinking away tears from my eyes, I nodded.

to the training grounds, which was a sprawling clearing. “Our advanced pack warriors hone their combat skills here under the watchful eye of my Beta, Ace,” he said with

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wolves who have just shifted?” I asked, stroking my scarf

pack house. I train them

training grounds, because these places were usually off–limit, but I

drove me to the end of the pack’s territory, where we came across a bubbling stream. He parked the SUV a few meters away from it. Holding my hand, he brought me close to the stream. Its crystal–clear waters reflected the dappled moonlight filtering through the dense canopy above. “During the hot summers, after the training or pack runs, the wolves come here to quench their thirst and bathe. They play, they howl and they have fun with each other. My great–grandfather initiated this tradition because he believed

exist in our pack. “But your pack has a lot of members,”

and walked behind me. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he said, “No, all can’t be present at one time. Some come, some

pulled me back. This time, he cupped my ch**k with one hand and