Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347: Ella’s Wounded

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Chapter 346

~Zara’s POV~

I squeezed her arm gently, a sense of pride swelling in my chest for her. Tempest had experienced her fair share of life’s challenges, yet here she stood, stronger and wiser.

"Thanks for asking," she said, her tone lightening as she bumped her shoulder against mine.

"Anytime," I replied with a grin.

As we continued our stroll, Tempest’s usual energy returned, and she launched into a lively discussion about party planning ideas for the pack’s upcoming Spring Festival.

But even as I laughed at her animated suggestions, a part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that, like Tempest, I was also standing at the edge of something uncertain. Something that could change everything.

I just didn’t know what it was yet.

Pushing my worries aside, Tempest’s laughter echoed around us as we stepped back into the house. For a moment, her earlier vulnerability seemed far away, replaced by her usual spark.

"What’s the matter?"

"Nothing much. I just thought of something." She shrugged

"Such as?"

She stopped, placing a hand on her hip. "Were you even listening to my plans for the upcoming spring festival?"

I smiled guiltily. And Tempest sighed. But soon, her spark returned.

"I’m telling you, Zara, we need to have an arch of cherry blossoms for the Spring Festival. Imagine it! Lanterns hanging from the trees, soft music playing, and couples dancing under the moonlight. It’s going to be magical!"

I chuckled, shaking my head at her enthusiasm. "You’ve already got this all planned out in your head, haven’t you?"

"Of course! Someone has to keep this pack looking like the fairytale we all deserve."

Before I could respond, one of the new maids hurried toward me, her steps quick but graceful. Her name was Mira, a petite young woman with wide, brown eyes that always seemed a little too alert.

"Ma’am," she said, holding out my phone with both hands. "A call for you."

"Thank you," I said, taking the phone from her.

As soon as I saw Ella’s name on the screen, a small, familiar pang of warmth filled me. But the moment I answered and heard her voice, my stomach dropped.

"Ella?" I asked quickly, my heart racing at the tremor in her tone.

"Zara," she responded weakly. Her voice was weak and strained. "I was attacked."

"What?!" My shout echoed in the room, drawing Tempest’s attention immediately.

"I..." Ella’s voice cracked, and I could hear the pain laced in her words. "I tried to fight back, but they were too strong. My leg—it’s bad, Zara."

My chest tightened as panic and anger swirled inside me. "Where are you? Are you safe now?"

"I’m at the hospital," she said. "But Zara, they’ll come back for me. I know they will."

"Not while I’m around," I snapped, already moving toward the stairs. "Your wolf didn’t..."