Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 462

Chapter 462: Nightmare Begins

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Chapter 462

~Zara’s POV~

The late-afternoon sun painted long, golden streaks across the cobbled path as we pulled into the drive. The gates had barely shut behind us when Snow turned off the engine and gave me a sidelong glance.

"Home," he said quietly.

I smiled. Not because of the house, but because he’d said home like it meant something again.

We stepped inside, the familiar scent of aged pinewood and cinnamon from the hallway diffuser wrapping around us like a warm welcome. But we didn’t even make it past the front hall before I spotted a familiar figure seated by the large window in the parlour.

Siona.

Her long hair was braided over one shoulder, and she stared out into the garden like the wind itself carried secrets. Her body was still, but her magic buzzed faintly in the room like quiet thunder waiting to roll.

"Siona?" I called softly.

She blinked and turned, her face unreadable for a moment before a ghost of a smile tugged at her lips. "Zara."

I stepped into the room, Snow close behind me.

"There isn’t much time," she said, rising from her seat. "I came to speak to you about your training. Your power is shifting. Evolving. You need control before it begins responding to emotion instead of intent."

I straightened, guilt brushing my chest. I knew she was right. "When do we start?"

"Today," Siona said. Then glanced at Snow. "If you’re strong enough."

Snow shook his head, crossing his arms with a quiet smile. "She just got back. Let her rest. Tomorrow morning. I’ll bring her to the training field myself."

Siona’s shoulders relaxed, and she dipped her head in understanding. "Very well. But I won’t wait long." She left with quiet steps, disappearing like a whisper down the corridor.

Once she was gone, Snow looked at me again, his gaze soft. "It’s good to be home," he murmured.

I nodded and glanced around. The walls, the polished floor, the light pouring through the glass panels—it all looked the same, but I didn’t feel the same. I was no longer the Zara who had left here in rage and heartbreak. And Snow... he wasn’t the boy I had loved before.

He was more. So was I.

Snow reached out and brushed his knuckles along my jaw. "You’ve been looking around like you don’t remember this place."

"I do," I whispered. "But I also remember leaving it."

He exhaled slowly. "Zara... I know I’ve said it already, but I’m sorry."

I silenced him with a kiss, slow and tender. "Carry me to the room, honey."

His lips curved. "As you wish."

He swept me up with ease, his scent wrapping around me as he climbed the stairs. When we reached the bedroom, I noticed a small pile of neatly folded new clothes stacked on the chair.

"You—?"

"I had your things brought from your old place. And... I might’ve asked Ella to pick out new ones too."

I laughed softly. "You’re dangerous."

He leaned down and whispered, "Only for you."

We spent the rest of the evening in quiet comfort, nestled against one another, no words needed—just the silent understanding that whatever came next, we’d face it together.

But that night...

The darkness came for me.

~Zara’s Dream~

At first, it was just shadows. A grey fog curling through a wide, open canyon that looked too familiar to be real.

I stood barefoot, the ground beneath me pulsing like a heartbeat. Then I heard it.

This time, into the Forbidden Fog.

"He’ll never love you again. Not truly."