Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Family Dinner

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Chapter 8

~Zara's POV~

What's he doing here?

Our eyes met, and for a second, I saw panic flicker in his eyes. Ivan wasn't expecting me. He hadn't prepared for this. His face was pale like he'd seen a ghost.

Questions seemed to swirl in his eyes, but I turned away, pretending he was just another stranger, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. A smirk curled my lips.

But Ivan wasn't having it. He shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Zara!" he hollered like a raging bull. "What the hell is going on?"

I scoffed. Before I could speak, he asked again, "Why are you with another man? You're my fiancée, goddammit! Why are you coming here with my uncle?"

Uncle?!

The words seemed to ring endlessly in my ears. Rather than respond, my smile broadened. Now this was just perfect!

Eyes glared in my direction.

"Zara!"

I met his stare head-on, my voice loud and clear enough for everyone in the room to hear. "Ex-fiancé, Ivan. We're done, remember?"

I could see the colour drain from his face and seconds later, anger flushed his cheeks. His gaze darted to Snow, who stood calmly beside me, unfazed by the ruckus.

"What the hell is this? What have you done?" Ivan demanded, his eyes darting between us. "What's going on here, Snow?"

His hand shot out and he lunged forward, trying to grab my wrist to everyone's surprise.

Before I could react, Snow moved between us like a shadow, his eyes flashing a dangerous red. I felt his wolf surged forward, ready to take over.

"You do not touch my wife," Snow growled in a low voice deadly enough to make my skin prickle.

Ivan froze, his hand hovering mid-air, caught between anger and fear.

"She's my fiance! My woman, Snow, not yours. We were to be wed a few days ago!"

"Alpha Snow to you, pup." He hissed, his hold on Ivan's wrist tightening.

Ivan gritted, bearing the pain. Since Snow wasn't someone he could mess with he turned his desperate gaze back to me. His voice broke. "Zara, you love me," he pleaded, almost begging. "Tell him. You don't want this."

A mocking laugh escaped my lips. "Love?" I echoed, feeling the word turn bitter in my mouth. "Did you consider love when you were screwing my cousin, Ivan?"

The room went silent briefly followed by stunned murmurings and a few gasps cutting through the tension. Ivan's face paled even more, and he seemed to shrink from my words. He swallowed hard, his lips trembling. "Zara... I..."

"Save it," I cut him off sharply. "We're done, Ivan. Whatever hold you thought you had over me, it's gone. I've moved on. Maybe you should, too."