Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Disturbed

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Chapter 205

~Alpha King Kaid’s POV~

The door to my chamber creaked open as I stepped out, my mind filled with thoughts and emotions. Two guards stood at attention outside, their backs stiffening and spines straightening the moment I emerged.

Without a word, I strode past them, the rhythmic sound of my boots echoing through the quiet corridor. My guards fell into step behind me, their presence a silent but steady reminder of my station.

The walk to the throne room was brief, but the air around me was filled with tension. My wolf, restless and unyielding, clawed at the edge of my mind. Every step seemed heavier as if the weight of my thoughts was dragging me down.

When I reached the throne room, the ornate doors swung open before me, revealing the expanse of the grand chamber. Ministers and advisors lined the hall, murmuring amongst themselves.

At the far end, my throne loomed, an imposing seat of power carved from obsidian and etched with ancient symbols.

Sigh...

All of these to keep my thoughts away but no.

I ascended the steps and sank into the throne, its cold surface grounding me momentarily. My guards flanked either side of the dais.

One by one, my advisors began presenting the matters of the day—border disputes, resource allocations, and inter-pack negotiations. Their voices droned on, but my mind drifted elsewhere.

Zara.

Her name echoed in my thoughts, a whisper that refused to fade. Every time I tried to focus, her face surfaced, her laughter, her defiance, her warmth.

The memory of Snow by her side sent a wave of anger through me, and before I realized it, my fist slammed against the armrest of my throne, the sound reverberating through the chamber.

The ministers froze mid-sentence, their eyes wide with alarm.

"Your Majesty?" one of them ventured cautiously. "Is something the matter?"

I took a deep breath, reining in my wolf’s irritation. "Nothing of concern," I said curtly, my tone brooking no further questions. "Continue."

The room hesitated but the ministers resumed their discussions, though their words sounded more subdued.

I leaned back on the throne, my jaw clenched as I tried to focus. But it was useless.

In the end, I dismissed them all and relaxed on my throne. Knowing me, they all fled quickly before my anger was geared towards them.

Suddenly, the soft swish of silk drew my attention. A figure entered the room, her presence immediately commanding notice.

"Cousin Kaid," she purred. Her smooth voice was laced with amusement.

I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Delia.

She sauntered toward me, her crimson gown clinging to her every curve. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her lips curled in a seductive smile.

"Your tension is noticeable," she remarked, stopping just short of the dais. "What’s troubling you, dear cousin?"

"Delia," I said, my tone flat. "This isn’t the time."

She ignored my dismissal, keeping her sharp gaze on me. "You’ve been brooding since the ball, haven’t you?" She circled the throne, her fingers trailing along the edge of the armrest. "Something happened there. Something... intriguing."

I turned my head, fixing her with a cold glare. "I suggest you tread carefully."

Before I could respond, the doors to the throne room opened again. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}