Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Annoyed

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Chapter 46

~Snow’s POV~ Annoyed

I watched the moment Zara’s expression shifted from shock to fury. Her lips parted in surprise when she found the breakfast tray, but it was the note—the message in it—that sparked the reaction I’d been waiting for.

"Tricked and Won."

It was perfect. A reminder that despite her bravado and her attempts to push me away, I held all the cards.

She was never a player to begin with. I wanted to see her fire, to see if she would snap, or if she’d continue to fight the inevitable.

Her head snapped toward me, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Morning, wifey," I greeted casually, leaning back against the pillow, my arms folded behind my head. "Love my present?"

Zara’s hands clenched the note, her knuckles turning white. "You..." She was lost for words, her mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right insult but finding none that could match her fury.

I couldn’t help but smirk. She looked breathtaking like this—dishevelled from sleep, her hair falling messily around her face, wearing nothing but her silk nightgown, the fabric hugging her in all the right places. But it was her eyes—those fierce, defiant eyes—that captivated me the most.

"I thought you’d appreciate the gesture," I continued, keeping my tone light and teasing. "You looked so peaceful this morning. I didn’t want to disturb you. So I figured I’d make breakfast, you know, as a peace offering."

Zara’s eyes narrowed into slits. "Peace offering?" she repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. "You think this is a joke, Snow? You tricked me. You... you manipulated me!" Her words trembled with anger, but behind them, I could sense something else.

It wasn’t just anger. It was frustration—frustration at herself, at the situation, at the undeniable pull between us that neither of us could fully control.

She hated it, hated that no matter how much she tried to fight me, I always found a way to get under her skin.

Just perfect.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, closing the distance between us. Zara’s body tensed as I approached, but she didn’t back down. Not this time. Good. I liked it when she fought me.

"I didn’t trick you," I said softly, my voice dangerously calm. "I just played the game better than you."

Her brwos snapped together and for a split second, I thought she might slap me again. But instead, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

"You think this is funny?" she hissed. "That you can just push me around, make me your puppet, and I’ll follow along?"

I tilted my head, my gaze never leaving hers. "You signed the contract, Zara. You made this choice. And whether you want to admit it or not, you are mine. In every way that matters."

Her chest rose and fell with each angry breath, but the conflict remained in her eyes. The part of her that hated how much she was drawn to me, how much she craved the very dominance she was fighting against.

Some other interested party...?