Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Mate Bond

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Chapter 125

~ Zara’s POV ~

"Aira?" Andrew asked, waiting for me to say the words out.

Sighing, I resigned herself to speak further. "She seemed shaken when she left with Tempest."

Andrew sighed, running a hand through his hair. "The mate bond complicates things. For everyone."

My brows furrowed. "Even you?"

Andrew met my gaze, his smile softening. "Not in the way you might think. But watching someone you care about struggle—whether it’s Zade or Aira—has its weight."

I studied him for a moment, sensing there was more he wasn’t saying. Before I could press further, a familiar presence filled the space beside me.

"Zara."

I turned to find Snow standing there, his sharp gaze cutting briefly to Andrew before settling on me. His hand rested lightly on the small of my back in a possessive gesture.

"Snow," Andrew greeted smoothly, his tone friendly but carrying an undercurrent I couldn’t quite place.

"Andrew," Snow replied, his voice even.

After a brief but meaningful exchange of glances, Andrew straightened up and gave me a sweet smile.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening, Zara," he said, tipping his glass toward me before disappearing into the crowd.

I turned back to Snow, raising an eyebrow. "Do you two always have conversations that aren’t conversations?"

Snow’s lips twitched into a faint smirk. "It’s a skill and as a werewolf standing before a more powerful werewolf, he should know better."

I shook my head at him and sighed. "You’re so unbelievable."

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~Aira’s POV~

Returning to the main hall with Tempest at my side felt like stepping back into a storm. Every glance and whisper seemed magnified, though I knew most of it was in my head.

Tempest was silent, her shoulders squared as she walked beside me. I could feel her trying to keep her emotions in check, but the bond between us as sisters was too strong to ignore.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly.

She paused, her lips pressing into a thin line before she gave a small nod. "I will be. But let’s not talk about it now. Not here."

I nodded, respecting her wish.

As we reached the edge of the dance floor, the music shifted to a slower melody, and I caught a glimpse of Zade across the room. He was standing with Snow, their conversation appearing casual, but his eyes kept flickering toward me.

Autumn stirred within me, her longing undeniable. But I pushed it down, focusing on Tempest instead.

"I need a drink," Tempest announced, her voice a touch too bright.

"Good idea," I replied, steering us toward the bar.

Tempest ordered a cocktail, her fingers drumming against the counter as she waited. I sipped my champagne, the bubbles doing little to ease the knot in my chest.

"So," she said after a moment, turning to me with a forced grin. "What’s the plan? Are we going to spend the rest of the night brooding, or are we going to make the most of this party?"