Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450: Let’s Find Zara or Avenge Snow

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Chapter 450

~Vera’s POV~

The power I had poured into that strike... it wasn’t meant to wound. It was meant to end.

Snow dropped like a lifeless rag. And everything inside me—everything I had worked for—broke.

The moment his body hit the floor, Zara screamed and lunged, not giving me any moment to react before she struck and her hand slammed through my chest, piercing through flesh, blood, bone—everything.

I felt the magic flicker inside me and within a second, my heart stopped.

But what she didn’t know—what none of them ever knew—was that I always prepared.

Even before the fight, I had wrapped myself in a protection spell. It wasn’t strong enough to keep me alive after the blow—but it was enough to delay death. Just long enough.

I slipped out of consciousness before I could even gasp. They thought I was gone. Zara gave the order: "Get rid of her."

And that pathetic guard? He carried me here.

To this cursed, abandoned place, where the forest itself hums with old, forbidden power.

I’d barely managed to whisper the first incantation before he laid me down. I was weak and bleeding out. I could feel as though my soul was half detached. But I could still speak.

I continued muttering the incantations and slightly let my fingers touch his hand. I used him, boosting his strength and filling him with borrowed magic.

He didn’t flinch, didn’t notice until he felt the drain and realised his life was pouring into me.

He struggled against my grasp, panic flickering in his eyes, but I was faster, now stronger and more desperate.

My eyes shot open, and I stared into his. Then, I drank every last bit of him.

He dropped like a dried husk, his skin pale and sunken, and his body curled in on itself like a shell.

But it wasn’t enough.

That was three days ago.

Even now, I felt hunger clawing at my belly—not for food, but for more—for power and the darkest of all dark magic.

So I stayed in the forest feeding where I could—from the plants and animals while waiting with only one thought in mind—kill Zara Gold.

I clenched my fists, feeling my nails bite into my palms.

"You killed my mate," I hissed to the trees, the sky, the gods who stopped listening to me long ago.

My voice dropped to a whisper. "I’m coming for you. And this time, no one—not even Snow—will get in my way."

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~Zade’s POV~

The blood had dried, but its scent still clung to my clothes. The kind of scent that seeps into your bones and stays with you.

I couldn’t unsee what we found at Zara’s house—crimson splatters across shattered glass and ground, claw marks along the wall, the kind of chaos that screams of a life torn apart.

But no bodies. No signs of Zara. No trace of Snow—except his blood.

I couldn’t think. I didn’t have the luxury to feel. Not yet. The samples I scraped from the walls were all we had.

"Come on, Aira," I called over the roar of the engine. "I need to check something at Snow’s house."

Aira’s worry was intense. Even as her eyes burned with anger, she knew what to do. I’d seen the damage—the samples showed devastation, evidence of the dark magic. Something I could only tie to Vera Slaton.

I only wished Snow had listened to reason on time.