Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160: Her Death

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Chapter 160

~Zara’s POV~

The soft light of dawn streamed through the curtains, painting the room in warm hues. Only that it wasn’t my room.

It was... I halted. Unsure of whose room this was when something sharp coursed through my brain.

My head felt heavy, a dull ache throbbing at my temple, and my body felt like it had been weighed down with lead.

I stirred slightly, my consciousness tethered between the remnants of a dream and reality. The dream lingered, vividly and strangely unsettling.

I was back in the moment when my life ended—my past life. Ivan and Clarissa’s faces loomed before me, their expressions twisted with malice as they delivered the fatal blow.

The pain was as sharp as it had been then, a searing betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound.

But the dream didn’t stop there.

Instead, it carried me beyond the veil of death, revealing fragments of what happened afterwards.

My body lay on the ground, lifeless, surrounded by towering trees and a canopy of darkness.

The forest was dense and cold, an eerie silence blanketing everything. It felt like the world had paused, mourning my passing.

Whispers echoed in the distance, faint and unintelligible, as though the forest itself were alive, bearing witness to my demise.

The scene shifted rapidly, shadows swirling around me as if pulling me further into the unknown.

And then...

"Zara." Snow’s voice pierced through the haze, drawing me back to the present.

I opened my eyes, blinking against the light. My heart raced as I tried to cling to the fragments of the dream, but they slipped away like water through my fingers, leaving only a lingering unease.

"Good morning," Snow’s voice came softly, his tone laced with relief.

I turned my head toward him. With his usually immaculate hair slightly disheveled and his eyes soft with concern, he perched at the edge of the bed.

"You stayed?" I asked, my voice raspy.

"Of course, I stayed," he said, his brow furrowing. "I wasn’t going to leave you alone after what happened."

I swallowed hard, the events of the previous night rushing back—the explosion, the pain, Snow’s desperate face as he carried me inside.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, leaning forward slightly.

"A little better," I managed a weak smile. "Just... tired."

Snow nodded, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from my face. His touch was gentle, and for a moment, it eased the tension in my chest.

"Zara," he began, "do you remember anything about the explosion? Anything at all?"

I shook my head. "Not really. It all happened so fast. One minute, I was with you and Zade, and the next." My voice trailed off, and I shivered at the memory of the chaos.

"It’s okay," he said softly. "You don’t have to force it. Just focus on resting."

I hesitated. Despite the explosion raising concerns, the dream remained vivid in my mind. I wanted to tell him about it—about the strange sense of familiarity and the foreboding darkness.

But something held me back. Perhaps the revelation about my past life was too heavy or I wasn’t ready to face it.

"Snow?" I tried to shift the conversation.