Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309: Replaying Memories

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Chapter 309

~Tempest’s POV~

A Few Hours Ago...

After Snow and the others left, Golden God had stayed behind, lounging lazily in the VIP room like he had all the time in the world.

"So," I said, crossing my arms as I leaned against the private bar in the lounge, "how the hell do you always know everything before the rest of us?"

Golden God smirked, taking a slow sip of his drink. "A magician never reveals his secrets, Tempest."

I narrowed my eyes. "You’re not a magician. You’re an informant with too much access to things you shouldn’t have."

He chuckled, setting his glass down and propping his chin on his fist. "And yet, you’re here asking me for answers."

I rolled my eyes. "Cut the bullshit. How did you know about the attack on Ivory Crescent before Draven did? He’s literally the pack’s Beta, for crying out loud."

Golden God tilted his head slightly, his golden-blond hair shifting as he studied me. "I have my ways."

"That’s not an answer."

He sighed, drumming his fingers against the table. "Fine. Let’s just say I have... sources everywhere. And those sources are very well compensated for the information they provide."

I huffed. "And what exactly is your endgame, Golden? Why do you even care?"

His smirk faltered slightly, and for the first time since I met him, I saw a flicker of something serious in his eyes.

"Because I hate losing," he said simply. "And right now, Kane is a threat. I don’t like threats."

I studied him for a moment before exhaling. "So you’re telling me you’re keeping tabs on my family for... what? A game?"

He lifted a shoulder. "Think of it as a strategic investment."

I clenched my jaw. "You’re impossible."

"And you’re adorable when you’re annoyed."

I scowled. "Go to hell."

Golden God grinned. "I might, but at least I’ll have good company."

I downed the rest of my drink, slamming the glass onto the bar. "Just tell me this—are you working for someone, or are you playing your own game?"

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stood, adjusting his leather jacket with a lazy stretch. "Let’s just say... I’m on the winning side."

I frowned. "And whose side is that?"

Golden God winked. "The one that stays alive."

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~Present Moment~

I sighed, shaking my head as I took another sip of whiskey.

Golden God was a walking enigma, and I didn’t trust him. But his information had never been wrong before. If he said Kane was planning something, then Kane was planning something.

And that meant we didn’t have much time.

Storm’s life was in danger.

And Aira’s?

I wasn’t sure if she truly understood just how far Kane would go.

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~Ella’s POV~