Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Chill About It

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Chapter 331

~Zara’s POV~

As firm as his voice was, I could feel the weight behind it. Then, without another word, Snow turned and walked away.

I blinked and immediately followed after him.

"Snow!" I called, my voice sharper than I intended but Snow didn’t stop. "Snow!" I reached out, grabbing his wrist. Luckily, that made him pause. He turned slightly, his face unreadable.

I swallowed hard. "What happened?"

Snow’s jaw clenched. "Ivan won’t bother you again."

"Did you...?" I hesitated, recalling how angry he was when he left. "Did you kill him?"

Snow held my gaze, then shook his head. "No. But I wish I had. I wish I had been the one to do it and not fate."

I exhaled, my grip on his wrist tightening before I slowly let go.

"It’s over now," I murmured.

Snow’s expression remained hard, but something in his posture eased.

"For now," he said quietly.

We both knew this wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

"Love, I... I need to speak with my father. It is best he hears of his grandson’s death from me."

I nodded and he excused himself.

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~Snow’s POV~

I stepped away from the house, needing space and air. The cool night breeze brushed against my skin, but it did little to soothe the war inside me.

I walked in the garden for God knows how long and when I finally moved towards our bedroom window, Zara was finally resting, but my mind wasn’t.

Not with everything that had happened.

Not with what I had to do next.

I had decided on calling my dad but even after leaving Zara I didn’t do it.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling to a familiar number. My fingers hovered for a moment before I took a deep breath and pressed call.

The line barely rang twice before a deep voice answered. "Son."

"Hello, Father..."

The moment the words left my mouth, my entire body tensed.

The silence that followed was telling.

My father, Alpha Storm, wasn’t the type to waste words. He wasn’t the type to exchange pleasantries either. And right now, I could feel the weight of his patience thinning through the phone.

"Snow," his voice finally came, steady, authoritative, but edged with something else—expectation. "Speak."

I clenched my jaw, choosing my next words carefully.

"There’s something you need to know," I said, my grip tightening around the phone.

There was a pause and then, "Go on."

I exhaled sharply. "It’s about Ivan."

Another pause—this time longer and heavier than before.

"What about him?"

I hesitated only for a second before pushing forward. "He’s dead."

Silence.

The kind that stretched too long. The kind that made my stomach knot with unease. I didn’t know what to expect from my father.

Although Ivan and Him weren’t close or anything but he was still blood of his blood.

Finally, my father spoke and his tone was as undiscerning as his face would be in a situation like this. "How?"