Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350: At A Crossroad

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Chapter 350

~Snow’s POV~

"And you didn’t think to tell me?" I questioned rather sharply.

"It’s not like I knew your surname. You just..."

I stared at her, my heart racing as she tilted her head, her expression unreadable.

"You don’t have to worry," she said after a moment. "I’m here to work, nothing more."

But as she turned to rejoin the group, I couldn’t shake the feeling that nothing about this was as simple as she wanted me to believe.

The rest of the day passed in a haze. My mind remained stuck on Vera—Vani—and her sudden appearance in my house.

Was this fate?

I did not know. Even if it were fate, it was a cruel one.

Also, it didn’t help that Glacier was growling every few minutes, demanding I acknowledge her, accept her, and protect her.

But no. My priority was Zara. My wife who smiled at me during dinner. Her laughter was light and infectious as she told me about her day. Zara, who was completely oblivious to the storm raging within me.

And yet, I couldn’t deny it—seeing Vera here, so close, had shaken me in ways I couldn’t explain.

By the time dinner was over, I had retreated to my study, needing space, needing to think. I sat at my desk, staring at documents that might as well have been blank. My thoughts churned, chaotic and relentless.

"This is a mess," I muttered under my breath.

"Mate is here," Glacier rumbled. "You can’t avoid her forever."

"I have no intention of engaging with her," I snapped back.

"You can’t deny fate."

"I can and I will," I growled internally, slamming the pen down on my desk.

"Snow."

The soft, familiar voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up sharply to see Zara standing in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the dim light of the hall.

She was wearing a blue night robe, the delicate fabric tied loosely at her waist. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders, and her eyes held a mix of concern and determination.

"Zara." I straightened in my chair. "You should be resting."

Instead of responding, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. The sound of the latch clicking seemed louder than it should have been.

She walked toward me, her bare feet making no sound on the carpeted floor. When she reached me, she leaned against the edge of my desk, her arms crossed.

"You’ve been distant all day," Zara said softly, her tone laced with worry. "Talk to me, Snow. What’s wrong?"