Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: Eerie Threat

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Chapter 136

~Zara’s POV~

The house was quiet when I arrived. The lights were dimmed, and the air felt heavier than usual. As I stepped inside, I noticed Snow sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped tightly together.

"You’re home," I said, waiting for some form of reaction from him but when I got none, I prshed through. "Care to explain why you decided to play the mysterious boss and vanish during a crisis?"

His gaze lifted, and for a moment, I saw something in his eyes that made my heart falter—concern, mingled with anger.

"We need to talk," he said simply.

I crossed my arms, leaning against the wall. "About what?"

"Zade."

The name hung in the air like a bomb waiting to go off.

I straightened, narrowing my eyes. "What about him?"

"Don’t play coy with me, Zara," Snow said, standing and closing the distance between us. "I’ve seen the way he looks at you."

I scoffed, stepping back. "And? What’s your point?"

"He’s crossing a line."

"And you’re projecting," I shot back. "Zade’s your best friend, Snow. If you think there’s something going on, maybe that says more about you than him."

His jaw clenched, and I could see the battle waging inside him. "You’re my wife, Zara."

I barked out a laugh. "Your contract wife, remember? Or did you forget the terms?"

Something in his expression shifted, vulnerability, shock or was it mild anger. "That doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine. And until the contract is ovrr it stays that way."

His words were like a blow, and for a moment, I was speechless. But then the fire returned.

"Yours?" I repeated, my voice rising. "You don’t own me, Snow. I’m not some possession you can stake a claim on whenever it suits you."

Before he could respond, the sound of glass shattering cut through the air.

We both turned toward the source—his office.

Snow’s eyes darkened, and he moved swiftly, motioning for me to stay put. "Don’t move," he ordered coldly.

Ignoring him, I followed, my curiosity getting the better of me. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

As we approached, the sight that greeted us sent a chill down my spine.

The window was shattered, and on Snow’s desk was a single object—a small, intricately carved dagger stabbed into a piece of paper.

Snow pulled the paper free, his eyes narrowing as he read the words scrawled in crimson ink:

"The sins of the wolf will drown in blood."

I stepped closer, my gaze flickering between the paper and Snow’s face. "What does that mean?"

Snow didn’t answer immediately, his jaw tightening as he crushed the paper in his fist.

"It means," he said finally, his voice low and dangerous, "that the war I’ve been trying to avoid just arrived at my doorstep."

And for the first time since I’d known him, I saw something in Snow’s eyes I never thought possible.

Worry.