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Chapter 206
~Zara’s POV~
The cool night air slipped through the slightly ajar window, brushing against my skin as I lay nestled against Snow. His steady, soft and rhythmic breathing was to the tranquillity of the room.
The earlier passion between us had left me warm and content. I snuggled closer to his chest, feeling the strength of his arms wrapped protectively around me.
The way he held me always made me feel safe, as though nothing in the world could touch me when I was with him.
But tonight, sleep felt elusive. My mind kept replaying snippets of the day, from the warmth in Snow’s gaze to the lingering unease at the edge of my thoughts.
The faint buzz of my phone on the nightstand pulled me from my musings. Careful not to disturb Snow, I reached over and unlocked the screen.
The message was from Ivan.
My stomach tightened as I read the words:
Ivan: So, the Lycan King has his sights on you now, huh? Must feel like a prize. Tell me, Zara—did you whore yourself to catch his attention, or was it just luck?
Anger surged through me and my grip on the phone tightened. I wanted to scream, to throw the device against the wall, to storm into Ivan’s life and make him regret every vile word he’d ever said.
But I couldn’t. Not now.
Snow shifted slightly beside me, his arms instinctively pulling me closer in his sleep. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. Ivan wasn’t worth waking Snow over.
I turned off the screen, placing the phone face down on the nightstand. Closing my eyes, I willed myself to forget the message and focus on the warmth of Snow’s embrace.
Eventually, sleep came, but it was not the restful reprieve I had hoped for.
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The dream came swiftly, pulling me into a world of shadows and memories.
I was standing in a forest—a dense, dark place with towering trees whose gnarled branches stretched like claws against a starless sky.
And there, in the clearing ahead, I saw myself.
My lifeless body lay on the ground, pale and still, a stark contrast against the dark earth while Ivan and Clarissa stood over me, their faces cold and indifferent.
"Get rid of it," Ivan said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Clarissa snorted, tossing her hair back. "And here I thought she’d put up more of a fight. Pathetic. Come on."
"No need speaking to dead meat. She was good for what she was good for. Now, it doesn’t matter anymore."
"Well, if not for her father’s company, you wouldn’t have had to bear with her all these." Clarissa stared at my body like garbage, and I hated them even for it.
My body shuddered under her gaze, and before I could process what was happening, a scream tore from my throat, yanking me out of the dream.
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I bolted upright in bed, gasping for air. Sweat trickled down my forehead and soaked through my nightwear, my heart hammering like a drum.
The room was dark and quiet, the only sound Snow’s steady breathing beside me. He lay undisturbed, his face peaceful in the faint moonlight streaming through the window.
I ran a trembling hand through my hair, trying to steady myself. The dream had been so vivid, so real.
As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, a name flashed in my mind, unbidden. A name that felt both foreign and familiar.
Zia Gold.
She knew me. Knew my real name and what I needed to do. There was no doubt I needed to find this woman using some clue or something.
I needed to know about so many things—the jade stone. The chanting. The woman’s fiery gaze.
I had no idea what it all meant, but one thing was clear—I couldn’t ignore it.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Snow. My movements were quick but deliberate as I dressed and grabbed my phone, the name of a place etched into my mind like a beacon calling to me.
I didn’t know what awaited me there, but I knew I had to find out.
My destiny demanded it.
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