Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Vulnerable

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Chapter 237

~Snow’s POV~

It had appeared twice now, buried deep in Marcus’s financial records. A company with no public presence and no verifiable address. ’Just a single account, funnelling money to Marcus’s network.

I narrowed my eyes, pulling up everything I could find on Eclipse.

The search turned up almost nothing—just a handful of transactions tied to locations that didn’t exist. A front.

The deeper I dug, the clearer it became that this wasn’t just Marcus’s doing. Whoever was behind this had resources, influence, and an uncanny ability to cover their tracks.

Then I saw it—a single, unexplained connection. A transfer was routed through an account tied to a warehouse. The same warehouse where Marcus had been killed.

I froze, staring at the screen.

It wasn’t a coincidence. Someone really wanted me to go back there.

I typed a text to Draven, asking him to check on things for me while I figured out the rest.

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~Tempest’s POV~

I stood outside, staring into the sky even as the soft rays of sunlight plastered on my skin but my thoughts weren’t as bright.

It had been days since Ryland’s confession, and I’d spent most of that time indoors, avoiding him and everyone else.

I couldn’t stop replaying his words in my head—the emotion, the raw honesty in his eyes. I hadn’t been ready then.

I still wasn’t sure if I was ready now. But I couldn’t keep running.

I found myself standing outside his house—a modest bungalow tucked away in the outskirts of the pack lands, just far enough from the main bustle to feel secluded.

I thought he was given a house close to the pack like the others. Turns out when I asked a warrior, he had rejected my father’s offer and returned to his parents’ house instead.

My palms were clammy, and summer sttirred uneasily within me, urging me to leave before I made things worse.

But I couldn’t leave. Not without saying what needed to be said.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. The sound seemed to echo louder than it should have, and I almost turned to walk away before it opened.

Ryland stood there, his expression neutral but his eyes betraying the soft ache he carried. He stepped aside without a word, gesturing for me to enter.

"I won’t stay long," I said quickly, stepping over the threshold.