Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407: Hiding Feelings

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Chapter 407

~Zara’s POV~

The pain in my ribs was dull now, fading away as I walked down the dirt road toward my wrecked car.

The bastard had dented the hood and cracked the windscreen. I hated it because it was Snow’s gift to me. One of the things I cherished greatly. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

I sighed and entered the car. Luckily, when I twisted the key in the ignition, the engine sputtered to life.

"Lucky me."

I exhaled slowly, gripping the wheel tightly as I drove the familiar road toward Snow’s mansion.

The entire drive, my mind reeled. The attack hadn’t been random. It was carefully planned and coordinated.

And somehow, I knew that Shadow Clave wasn’t done with me yet, especially now that I had survived.

By the time I reached the mansion gates, my knuckles had turned white from gripping the wheel. The guards recognised me instantly, their gazes flickering between me and the battered state of my car before waving me through.

I didn’t wait for someone to escort me inside.

I wasn’t a guest. I was here to end something.

The moment I stepped into the grand foyer, Scott, Snow’s chauffeur and butler, greeted me with a deep bow. "Lady Zara, Alpha Snow is—"

Before he could finish, Snow appeared.

I knew he had sensed me. We still had the bond, and his senses as an alpha, were some of the sharpest.

His movements were quick and urgent. His blue eyes roamed over me, scanning for injuries, and when his gaze finally met mine, I saw the storm brewing in them.

"Zara."

His voice was low, hoarse. But before I could answer, a gasp came from somewhere close by.

My head snapped to the side, my sharp gaze locking onto a figure disappearing around the hallway corner.

A smirk curled my lips.

"Vani."

So she was watching.

Snow frowned, following my gaze before looking back at me. "What happened to you?" His voice was sharper now, his stance shifting. Concern crossed his features. He wasn’t bothered with his evil mate but with me.

"Hmm."

I crossed my arms and kept my voice flat. "I was attacked."

Snow stiffened, his hands clenching at his sides. "By who?"

I exhaled, rolling my shoulders. "Probably witches." A half-truth. I wasn’t about to spill everything. Not yet.

His eyes darkened, anger flashing in them. "Zara—"

"It doesn’t matter. I survived. My car didn’t. Let’s just get this over with."

He moved to touch me, his fingers reaching for my arm, but I stepped back quickly, avoiding Snow’s touch.

The rejection was instant and sharp and he felt it. Something flickered in his eyes before he exhaled heavily, his jaw tightening. "As you wish," he said tensely.

A muscle ticked in his jaw, but he turned to Scott. "Ask two maids to assist her in gathering her things."

I lifted a hand. "That won’t be necessary, Snow." His gaze snapped back to mine. "I’m only taking the things I brought here."

For a moment, his entire expression shifted. Something in his eyes flashed—pain, frustration, disbelief.

In the next second, Snow was in front of me.

I barely had time to react before his hands gripped my shoulders. "Zara, no." His voice was low and desperate. I didn’t know if he wanted Vani to hear or not. "Don’t do this."

I kept my expression cold. "Do what, Snow?"

His hands tightened slightly before he let out a sharp breath. His frustration was finally catching up with him. "I bought you those things because I wanted you to have them. They are yours. You don’t get to push them away just because you’re angry at me."

I scoffed. "So what, you’re forcing me to take them?"

His blue eyes locked onto mine, raw and fierce. "It is my gift to you. Please don’t toss it to my face."

"Snow, don’t play that with me."

If that’s the only way to keep a part of you here, then yes."

My chest tightened. Snow had never been one to beg especially this much but he had done a bit to me.

I rolled my eyes, sighing. "Fine."

His grip loosened slightly, but he didn’t move away. We stood too close, his warmth pressing into my space. I could feel the tension humming between us, an invisible thread pulling tight.

For a second—just one second—his eyes dropped to my lips.

I knew that look. I had seen it before. He was going to kiss me.

I turned my head and brushed past him, stepping toward the grand staircase without another word. Not today.