Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Not Happy

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Chapter 95

~Zara’s POV~

"You... You did this?" My voice was barely a whisper as realization dawned.

"Yes, wifey," Snow replied and I could feel the satisfaction in his voice. "Not happy? Or would you have preferred Andrew Blake handling it?"

Relief, frustration, and disbelief surged through me all at once. I narrowed my eyes, trying to keep my cool. "Why didn’t you let me handle it?"

Snow’s gaze turned steely. "Why didn’t you come to me first, Zara? Or was it easier to turn to Blake?"

I held his gaze, my frustration mounting. "I told no one. Andrew only overheard a phone conversation I had with my family, that’s all. He investigated and decided to help."

His grip loosened slightly, but his intensity didn’t falter. "That doesn’t change anything, Zara. You are my wife, and no one—no one—gets to mess with you or your family without answering to me first."

I gulped, completely grounded by his words. "Next time, don’t go running off alone. Come to me, Zara."

His words struck deep, a strange warmth spreading through my chest. I’d expected his usual detachment, his cold, calculated approach, but this raw, protective side of him... I hadn’t been prepared for that.

For the first time, I realized I didn’t have to face this alone.

Snow’s gaze held me firmly, his eyes fierce, yet there was a softness there I hadn’t expected.

"Go to your family, Zara," he said quietly, but the command in his voice was unmistakable. "Let them see that it’s all taken care of. You don’t need to be here... I’ll handle anything left."

I blinked, feeling the last remnants of my resistance waver under the intensity of his stare. There was something in his words that suggested more than just control—it was a sense of protection that felt strange, almost... safe.

I gave a slight nod letting my frustration fade now replaced by a feeling I couldn’t quite name.

Aish!

Snow stayed by my side as I made my way to the car. When he opened the door, I hesitated just for a moment, then slipped into the driver’s seat, his hand lingering on the door as he bent slightly to meet my eyes.

"Next time, Zara," he said in a low voice, "come to me first. No one else. Understood?"

There was no room for argument in his tone, no chance for a clever retort. I could only nod.

With a final, intense look, Snow closed the door, and I watched as he stepped back, giving me a single nod before turning to head back to his car.

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