The Alpha King Call Boy
Chapter 262

TWO MONTHS LATER. Alexander

I slid my hands all over Fiona's soft, wet skin, tracing the shapes of her curves. It was a relief to have mostly normal use of my hands again, though I was still getting used to the new sensation of having my thumbs free and being able to move them. I was loving this opportunity to practice using all my digits again on the important work of feeling up and loving on my beautiful wife.

I was lying underneath her in a steaming hot pine and lavender scented bath, with my back to the tub and my Luna facing me, straddling my lap and slowly impaling herself on my hard, eager erection one excruciating inch at a time.

I was tempted to grip Fiona's hips and pull her down into my lap hard, forcing my full length inside her all at once. She would ve enjoyed that, too. But the agonizing, deliberately teasing way she was taking my c**k into her body was delicious, painful in an exquisite way, and I decided to just lie back and enjoy it.

"You're incredible," I groaned, bringing my hands up to her breasts and closing my eyes to savor the wonderful feeling of her soft, pillowy mounds.

"So are you," she breathed, finally dropping her hips and gasping as she finished settling my whole length inside her body. She leaned forward and whimpered into my ear.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I wrapped my arms around her torso, bringing one hand to rest on her neck and the other on her hip, and began to pound her body up and down against my hips.

We moaned each other's names at the same time.

"I love you so much, sweetheart," I whispered, pressing her hips flat into my pelvis to push and hold my full length inside of her.

Fi rocked her hips back and forth. She stuttered, trying to respond between sharp gasps of pleasure, because I'd moved my hand down to her c**t and my lips to her b****t, and the surprise of all that sudden stimulation shocked her right into a body-shaking climax.

I let go and came with her. Her body was gripping me so tightly, I could not resist.

"Fuck," I groaned, my hips thrust up into her hard while I released deep inside her. Fi's body sagged down into mine, loose as a ragdoll. She dropped her face down into my neck.

"We better get going," she whispered after only a moment's rest.

Always so responsible, this woman. Always on time.

"We don't have to hurry, baby. You and I don't report to anyone, remember? We run this show. They can hold the curtain for us."

Fiona chuckled lightly. Summoning some physical strength, she braced herself with two hands on my shoulders and leaned back. Her crystal blue eyes met mine.

"We've kept them waiting for this long enough," she said with a smirk. "Let's go give our people what they want. A chance to celebrate their new Alpha King and his great victory."

I hadn't sat in a wheelchair ever since I got my right leg out of its cast two weeks ago. I was still using the crutches intermittently. But with Fiona threading her arm through mine, helping me keep my balance, I was able to stand and walk out onto the stage for my coronation on my own two feet.

Every werewolf in the crowd was on their feet too, I saw when I looked out into the sea of cheering citizens who had been awaiting our arrival. Their cheers, applause and excited shouts were absolutely deafening. I lifted my free hand, palm out in a gesture of "quiet, please," and within seconds the noise started dying down.

Fiona looked amazing, her flawless skin almost glowing in the bright winter sunlight. Her hair had grown very long, and it was styled with a ton of voluminous curls today. My mother's diamond necklace shone around her graceful neck. A shimmer of gold on her eyelids matched the light-catching gold silk of her elaborate gown.

I was wearing a custom suit underneath a ceremonial cloak. It was a coronation mantle - one of the many items I inherited when my father passed. The mantle was essentially a long jacket. An ornate one made of soft, black, silk-lined leather, embroidered with ancient symbols stitched in delicate threads of golden silk.

After some brief opening remarks, the ceremony began. I received my crown first. The crown my father once wore, and his father before him. The crown I'd been preparing my whole life to wear. It was solid gold and very heavy, but something about wearing it just felt.. comfortable. Right.

Fiona was crowned Luna Queen next. My heart swelled when watched her crown placed upon her head. The lovely, delicate gold and diamond crown that my mother had worn in my youth. It looked perfect nestled into Fiona's silver hair.

The last person to wear that crown before Fiona was now in prison.

With Lucas's help, Grayson's men had tracked down Scarlet for me. She'd been transported back to the capitol and confessed to her many crimes as soon as she had the chance. I guess she knew that was her only hope at this point. She confessed to everything- including my mother's murder-and the depth of her betrayal against our nation was finally made known to the world.I thought it would be hard to see my stepmother and restrain myself from behaving violently. But it wasn't.

When I finally looked Scarlet in the eye again for the first time in months, I simply found that I didn't need to put my hands on her in order to hold her accountable for all that she had done. Seeing her in handcuffs and an orange prison jumpsuit, watching her disappear behind a secure door and knowing she would never see the light of day again-it was enough.

And it allowed me to walk away with clean hands and a clear conscience.

When it was time, Fiona and I walked, hand in hand, over to the thrones that had been placed in the center of the stage. The beautiful golden thrones of my ancestors. Fi smiled up at me and gave my hand a squeeze when the crowd roared anew, anticipating our next move.

I brought her hand to my lips and planted a kiss atop it before giving my wife a small nod. We moved back in unison and took our seats, finally laying full claim to our thrones and titles.

I would not have thought it possible for the crowd to get any louder, but they did.

Some of them began chanting my name.

It felt surreal. Too good to be true. I intertwined my fingers with Fiona's, using her touch to keep myself grounded in reality. She met my eyes and smiled again.

You deserve this, Alex, came her calm voice inside my mind. You have earned this crown. You are a truly worthy Alpha King, and your people know it.

I couldn't help myself. I dropped her hand, brought my palm to her cheek, and leaned over to kiss Fiona on the lips.

The crowd oohed and ahhed in reaction, whistling and whooping out a fresh batch of cheers.