Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362: Allow Me To Have You

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Chapter 362

~Ella’s POV~

Ares stood before me, arms crossed, his intense gaze pinning me in place. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating in the worst and best ways.

I had barely gathered my thoughts when he scoffed, his eyes raking over me, analysing every bruise, every bandage.

It was annoying, not gonna lie.

"He did it, right?"

I ignored Ares and looked away. But that wasn’t much of an option now, seeing how his alpha aura was already illuminating the room.

"Ares..."

"You went to see him and somehow you got into this accident?" I inhaled. "What the hell were you thinking, Ella?" His voice was low but sharp, laced with fury as he interjected. "I warned you. I warned you to stay away from Kent. And now, here you are—battered, broken, and hiding in another man’s house."

I exhaled sharply, gripping the bedsheets. "Ares, don’t start."

"Don’t start?" His laugh was humourless. "I’ll start if I damn well please. You could’ve died."

I looked away, pressing my lips together.

"And let me guess," he continued, stepping closer. "Kent did this?"

I flinched slightly at the name, but I didn’t answer.

Ares’s eyes darkened. "I’ll kill him."

That snapped my attention back to him. "What?"

"You heard me." His voice was deadly calm, his wolf just beneath the surface. "I’ll find him and rip his goddamn throat out."

"Ares, wait—"

"Where is he?"

I reached for him, gripping his wrist. "It wasn’t Kent!"

Ares stilled. "What?"

I swallowed hard, knowing that what I was about to say would only fuel his rage. "It wasn’t Kent," I repeated, my voice softer now. "It was... his fiancée."

His whole body went rigid. The air around us grew heavier, charged with his barely contained fury.

"His fiancée?" he echoed, his tone low and dangerous.

I nodded. "Vera."

His jaw clenched so tightly that I thought his teeth might crack. He took a slow, deep breath through his nose, but it did nothing to ease the fire in his eyes. "Then she’s just as dead as he is," he muttered darkly.

I tightened my grip on his wrist. "Ares, please. Just stop for a second and—"

He moved to pace, his energy vibrating with rage, but I tugged harder, trying to steady him. "Ares, stop!"

It all happened too fast. Ares lost his footing, and the next thing I knew, he fell forward—straight onto me. The air whooshed out of my lungs as his solid weight pressed me into the mattress.

For a moment, we both froze.

His face was inches from mine, his golden eyes flickering with something unreadable. His body was warm, solid, and strong. My heart pounded wildly against my ribs.

Then, that damn smirk curved his lips. "If you wanted to bed me, Ella, you should’ve just asked rather than play games."

Heat rushed to my cheeks. "You—!" I raised my hand to smack him, but he caught my wrist effortlessly, his grip firm yet teasing as he held them back against the bed.

And then, before I could stop myself, I leaned forward. I didn’t think—I just acted.