Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Lonely

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Chapter 227

~Ivan’s POV~

My grip on the phone tightened, my pulse quickening. "Marcus," I repeated, the name rolling off my tongue like a curse. "What do you want?"

"Not what I want, Ivan," Marcus replied, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "What we want. And I think it’s time we had a little... chat."

The line clicked, leaving me staring at the phone in silence.

Lucas leaned forward, his smirk replaced with genuine curiosity. "Who was that?" _{freewebnøvel.com}

"Marcus," I said, setting the phone down slowly.

Lucas’s eyes widened slightly. "The Marcus? The dead Marcus?" His voice rose and I immediately glared at him to keep from shouting it loud.

"Damn, Ivan. What... what are you going to do?" Dude, this is fucked up. It must be some kind of joke, right?"

"This just got a lot more complicated," I muttered, my mind racing. Whatever Marcus had planned, I had a feeling it was going to change everything.

And I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing—or a disaster waiting to happen.

But when had someone returning from the dead ever been a good thing?

"Fuck!"

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~Zara’s POV~

The night settled over the Ivory Crescent Pack lands, the cool breeze whispering through the open window of my room.

The day had been long but fulfilling, the first round of the pageant wrapping up with more success than I’d expected. Still, exhaustion tugged at my limbs as I settled onto the bed, phone in hand.

I dialled Snow’s number, my thumb hovering over the screen for a moment before pressing the call button. The line connected after a few rings, and his deep, familiar voice greeted me.

"Zara," he said, warmth evident in his tone. "I’ve been waiting to hear from you. How did it go?"

A smile tugged at my lips, his voice instantly easing the tension in my body. "Better than I thought it would. The girls were amazing, and everything came together in a way I didn’t expect. But..." I hesitated, glancing at the clock. "It ran later than I planned."

Snow’s chuckle was soft, like the sound of a gentle storm. "You’re always pushing yourself too hard. Are you on your way back?"

"Not tonight," I admitted. "Luna Star, I mean your mother, insisted I stay here. She said it wasn’t safe to travel this late, and she reminded me that the pack is still my home too."

There was a brief pause on his end, and I could almost picture him sitting at his desk, his brow furrowing as he processed my words. "She’s right," he said finally. "I don’t like the idea of you driving back so late. Stay there and rest."

I sighed, leaning back against the headboard. "I figured you’d say that. But I wanted to let you know so you wouldn’t worry."