Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 439

Chapter 439: The Mirror of Reflection

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Chapter 439

~Zara’s POV~

When I arrived, the throne room was quiet—it was the break of dawn. The only sounds were the distant crackling of torches and the rhythmic clicking of my boots against the obsidian floor.

I had woken early, too restless to sleep. My instincts screamed that today would not be easy, and I needed to be ready.

So I dressed in the only armor I had—black leather, fitted but flexible. My trousers were new, gifted by the fae attendants, and my old boots were sturdy enough to withstand anything.

A black tank top left my arms bare. My hair was secured in a high ponytail, out of my face. By the time Davion arrived, precisely one minute before our agreed time, I was already there.

He stilled in the doorway when he saw me, his violet eyes narrowing slightly. His gaze raked over my outfit, the assessment quick and efficient before his lips twitched.

"You’re ready," he noted. "What time did you get here?"

"Six."

His brows lifted, clearly surprised. "I told you six-thirty."

"I don’t like being late," I replied simply.

Davion chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Damn, you really are something else, little wolf. What about your companion? The..."

Before I could reply, the heavy doors behind him swung open.

"The Lycan King is here," Kaid’s voice rang out as he entered.

I turned to face him. Kaid, unlike me, hadn’t dressed for battle, but he wore easy outfits nonetheless.

I noticed he was dressed in one of his shirts while wearing the new dark trousers they had given him.

Kaid’s belt was fastened with a silver buckle that bore his kingdom’s crest. His dark trousers fit snugly into his leather boots. His hair was combed back, and his sharp features looked even more defined in the throne room’s golden light.

His eyes met mine, dark and unreadable, but his jaw ticked slightly—a small sign of the tension beneath his carefully controlled exterior. He didn’t like this, didn’t trust this. But he had no choice.

"Shall we?" Davion asked as soon as Kaid stopped in front of us.

I nodded. No more delays.

The dragons led us through a different corridor this time—one that descended deep underground.

The further we went, the colder the air became, and a faint sound of magic vibrated through the walls. The tension in my chest coiled tighter, intertwining with anticipation and unease.

This was it.

The chamber they brought me to was massive. The ceiling arching high above had glowing runes carved into its surface. The floor was solid stone.

On the far end, a single throne sat upon a raised platform, carved entirely from black crystal. It gleamed ominously, pulsing with something ancient and powerful.

Davion walked ahead of me, stopping just at the centre. He turned to face me with an unreadable look in his eyes.

Then he chanted something in unknown words, and immediately a mirror-like door appeared before us.

Instinctively, I moved back, studying what was in front of me. "Come," Davion said simply. "Your trial awaits."

I glanced at Kaid, and he gave a nod, silently reassuring me he’d be here through it all. With that, I faced forward and walked towards the door.

It opened and I stepped inside.

"Face your truth, or be lost to it." Varian’s words echoed in my mind.

"You think you’re strong, don’t you?" Her voice was mine, but colder. Hollow. "But you couldn’t even save them."