Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353: Summoned 1

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Chapter 353

~Vera’s POV~

The flames on the candles flared, their light pulsing in time with my heartbeat. A gust of wind tore through the room, despite the closed windows, and the circle of salt glowed faintly.

The bond I shared with Snow may have been an obstacle for now, but Zara’s spirit was unguarded without her necklace.

Her weakness was my opportunity.

My smirk widened as the energy in the room reached its peak. The candles burned brighter, and the outline of a figure began to materialise in the circle before me.

"Perfect," I whispered, my voice trembling with excitement.

The translucent form of Zara appeared, her face twisted in confusion and faint fear. Her spirit was tethered by my spell, unable to escape the confines of the circle.

"Where... am I?" she whispered, her voice distant and hollow.

"You’re mine now," I said coldly, stepping closer to her.

Her spirit flinched, her ethereal form flickering but she couldn’t see me. "What do you want?" Zara demanded, her tone growing stronger despite the situation.

I tilted my head, my eyes narrowing. "What I want," I said slowly, "is for you to disappear."

Her spirit glared at me, defiance flashing in her eyes. "Snow will never—"

"Snow doesn’t need to know," I interrupted, my voice turning venomous. "Because by the time I’m done, there won’t be anything left of you to save."

Her spirit trembled, and I felt a surge of satisfaction.

This was the first step. Zara’s days as Snow’s chosen mate were numbered.

And soon, he’ll be mine.

"He’ll find a way. He always does. Snow will save me."

"You can keep wishing but for now, you have other purposes to fulfil for Shadow Clave."

I did another spell, just like my mother had once done and transported her spirit to the coven where Mother and the other dark witches awaited.

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~Zara’s POV~

My chest tightened, a sharp, unfamiliar sensation pulling me out of the warmth and comfort of sleep. It was like being dragged through icy water, my limbs heavy and unresponsive.

When I finally opened my eyes, I wasn’t in my bedroom anymore.

The head witch smiled, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. "Oh, my dear, it’s not about what I want." She stood gracefully, descending the steps of her throne. "It’s about what you have."