Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126: A Little Ploy

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Chapter 126

~Snow’s POV~

The party had been a whirlwind of events, emotions, and revelations. By the time we returned to the mansion, Zara’s quiet demeanour told me she was still processing everything and had so much on her mind.

Who could blame her? I too had a lot to think about.

But not now.

I couldn’t even bring myself to answer any of her questions either.

And I needed to make sure my sisters were doing okay.

I turned, facing her, giving her a once-over before my gaze settled on her face. "I know you are tired and want to talk to clear things up, but let’s get you to your room first."

She nodded and did not utter a single word as we made our way up the stairs to her room.

We paused outside her room, the faint glow from the hallway light casting shadows along the walls. She turned to me, her lips curving into a tired but genuine smile.

"You did well tonight," I said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "You were... captivating. Truly beautiful, Zara."

A blush crept up her cheeks, and she gave a small laugh. "Thank you. You weren’t so bad yourself."

I leaned in, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. "Rest, Zara. You deserve it."

She nodded, stepping inside her room. "Goodnight, Snow."

"Goodnight," I replied, waiting until the door clicked shut before heading toward my study.

The quiet of the study was a stark contrast to the energy of the party. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid glinting under the soft light. Taking a sip, I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my contacts.

I called Tempest first, my concern for her mounting after the tension at the party. The phone rang several times before going to voicemail.

"Aira," I muttered, dialing her number next.

The same result. No answer.

Frustration bubbled up, but I forced myself to stay calm. Tempest and Aira were adults, capable of handling themselves, but the protective brother in me couldn’t let it go.

Sighing, I set the glass down and scrolled further until I landed on the contact labeled Luna Star.

My mother.

I pressed the call button and waited. The line barely rang twice before her familiar, authoritative voice answered. "Snow, darling. This is unexpected. Is everything alright?"

"Mostly," I replied, leaning back in my chair. "But there’s something I need to update you on."

There was a pause, and I could almost hear her shifting into her maternal but commanding demeanor. "Go on."

"At the party tonight, something happened with Aira," I began.

"Aira? What’s wrong? Is she hurt?" my mother’s voice sharpened, concern evident.

"No, not hurt. But..." I hesitated, unsure how to phrase it. "She met her mate."

Silence greeted me for a beat before she exhaled sharply. "Her mate? Who?"

I hesitated again, knowing the next words would carry weight. "Zade."

Andrew’s POV