Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Played

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Chapter 86

~Zara’s POV~

My hands shook as I put my phone away, forcing myself to keep a calm front for Storm’s sake. His innocent eyes held a curiosity that was hard to face right now.

"Alright, champ," I said, smiling and ruffling his hair gently. "Time for me to get back inside."

"Okay!" He gave me a wide grin, but his face held a hint of worry, his dark eyes searching mine. "Are you sure you’re okay?"

I nodded, holding back the rush of emotions. "I promise. I’ll see you later."

I turned away, walking quickly back to the pack house, my mind filled with Ivan’s threats and the contract document still burnt into my mind. The urgency pulsed through me—I couldn’t let Ivan get the upper hand. I needed to get back to the city and figure out how to stop him, for my father’s sake.

As soon as I entered the room, I grabbed my suitcase from the closet while my mind focused solely on packing.

My heart pounded, and each item I threw into the bag felt like an effort to suppress the growing fear. Ivan was playing a dangerous game, and he knew exactly how to make me feel cornered.

Just as I was zipping my suitcase, sounds outside the window caught my attention. I looked up, freezing momentarily, before going to the window to check and I saw Snow on the driveway below.

He was talking to a few pack members, his usual confident stance evident even from a distance.

Part of me wanted to run down and tell him what was going on, to let him know why I needed to leave. But something stopped me—his dismissive attitude earlier, his constant teasing, the unresolved tension between us. I couldn’t bring myself to stay here and explain. Not with so much at stake.

Instead, I watched as he climbed into his car and pulled out of the driveway, disappearing down the road.

Taking a deep breath, I swung my suitcase off the bed, threw my coat over my arm, and headed for the door.

My heart hammered as I walked briskly down the hallway and out the side door, my footsteps quickening as I moved further away from the house.

I didn’t want to see anyone; I couldn’t risk getting caught up in questions or goodbyes.

I booked a ride on my phone, glancing over my shoulder to make sure I was still alone. Within minutes, a cab pulled up at the edge of the property.

I threw my suitcase in and climbed into the backseat, telling the driver to go. As we did, my pulse pounded as we sped away from the Ivory Crescent Packhouse.

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