Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Aftermath

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Chapter 67

~Zara’s POV~

I stirred slowly and woke up, the sun’s rays streamed in through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the bed. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the light’s intensity as it illuminated the room, and I felt the cool breeze on my skin, causing goosebumps.

My body ached in places I hadn’t even known could ache. The soreness spread from my thighs to my core, making it impossible to ignore the events of the night before. But before I could even process everything, my gaze fell on Snow, lying beside me.

He looked utterly peaceful, his face relaxed in a way I’d never seen before.

His dark hair was tousled from sleep, framing his striking features. His strong jaw, softened by the morning light, was dusted with the faintest hint of stubble. My eyes trailed down, lingering on the hollow of his neck, before—

Hickeys.

My heart skipped a beat. Did I...?

"Yes, you did," Astrid’s amused voice echoed in my mind, breaking through the haze. "And you did more than that, Zara. Take a good look."

Despite better judgement, I followed Astrid’s prompting, my eyes drifting lower.

His chest was marked, too—hickeys scattered across his skin like little reminders of the wildness I’d unleashed last night. My face flamed, the heat spreading from my cheeks down my neck as I swallowed hard.

Oh my God.

My gaze wandered further down, tracing the taut muscles of his abdomen, lower and lower until... My breath caught in my throat. The duvet barely covered half of him, leaving his groin exposed to my wide, mortified eyes.

"Astrid, shut up!" I silently scolded as her teasing laughter filled my head.

"You were very wild last night, Zara," she purred.

Before I could even force myself to look away, memories flooded my mind—images of my lips pressed against his neck, of my hands gripping his shoulders, of me... begging. I squeezed my eyes shut, as if doing so could block out the vivid recollection.

But then I heard Snow stir, the subtle shift of the bed beneath his weight. My eyes shot open just in time to meet his.

Snow’s blue gaze, piercing even through the morning haze, locked on mine with a knowing glint.

His lips curled into that infuriating smirk that had me tangled in knots before I could even form a coherent thought.

"Good morning, wifey," he greeted in a low, teasing voice, his words sending a jolt straight through me.

I scrambled, trying to appear normal, nonchalant even though my insides were twisting into a nervous mess. "Good morning," I mumbled, looking everywhere but at him.

But Snow wasn’t having it. His lips brushed against my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

’Goodness me!’