Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333: Vera’s Warning

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Chapter 334

~Ella’s POV~

I drove to the location Kent had sent me, my stomach flipping with nerves the entire way.

When I arrived, I parked near the field and scanned the area. The place was mostly empty, save for a few scattered benches and an open stretch of grass.

The wind was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth. I wrapped my arms around myself as I stepped forward, searching for him.

Nothing.

The unease in my gut grew.

Then—footsteps from behind. I froze, my wolf bristling inside me. That wasn’t Kent.

Before I could turn, my body reacted instinctively, my pulse quickening. And then—pain.

A force hit me square in the chest, knocking the breath from my lungs as I was thrown backwards. My body crashed onto the field, dust and grass flying up around me.

I gasped, the impact rattling my bones. My head spun as I tried to regain focus, my wolf growling furiously.

What the hell—?

A shadow loomed over me.

Boots—knee-high, laced with silver buckles. Fishnet stockings. A short skirt. A leather jacket draped over a bralette and dark shades that hid the stranger’s eyes.

She stood above me, smirking.

"Well, well." Her voice was smooth, almost amused. "So, you’re the one who won’t leave my future husband alone, huh?"

I blinked through the pain, my heart stuttering.

Future husband?

What in the actual—?

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my body still aching from the hit. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded.

The woman tilted her head, her lips curling into an arrogant smile. "Oh, darling," she purred. "I’m the one Kent actually belongs to."

My blood ran cold.

Kent... had a fiancée?

I struggled to catch my breath, my chest burning as I forced myself to sit up. My hands clenched into the dirt beneath me, fingers trembling from both the impact and the fury bubbling inside me.

Who the hell was this woman?

She crouched down beside me, her smirk widening as she reached out, her fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. I flinched, the mere touch of her making my skin crawl.

"Listen closely, little mutt," she cooed, her voice dripping with condescension. "I don’t know what delusion you’ve been living under, but Kent—my Kent—was never yours to begin with."

I sucked in a sharp breath, my nails digging into the ground.

She giggled, as if my reaction amused her. "Aww, did you think he loved you?" She let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. "Pathetic. You were just a little plaything, a distraction. And now that I’m back, he won’t be needing you anymore."

I clenched my jaw, refusing to let the sting of her words show.

But she wasn’t done.

"Let’s see how well you run when I burn that little leg of yours," she mused, her expression almost... bored.

Her eyes narrowed. "Mother?"

I barely caught what she was hearing, but whatever was being said had her attention.

A pause. Then—"I see. The plan is in motion. I stepped out. I’ll be there."

The blue energy in her hand faded, and she turned away, clearly about to leave.

My heartbeat pounded in my ears, but I forced myself to push past the fear. "Who are you?" I rasped, my voice hoarse from the weight still lingering on my chest.

She stopped, glancing at me over her shoulder. A smirk curled her lips. "Someone of your calibre isn’t worthy of knowing my name."

I took in her features—the icy blue eyes, the long black hair, the arrogance that dripped from her every movement.

A name clicked in my mind, one I had only heard in whispers.

A slow smile formed on my lips despite the situation. "Icy blue eyes, black hair... Vera."

For the first time, her confident facade cracked. Her eyes widened, her entire frame tensing. "How?" she snarled, the blue flames flaring back to life in her hand, brighter this time, deadlier.

I smirked. "I’m a good werewolf listener," I said simply, shrugging. "And your mother just called you that."

Pure rage twisted her features. "You little—" She lifted her hand, ready to strike.

I didn’t wait.

With every ounce of strength I had left, I scooped up a handful of dirt and threw it straight at her face.

She shrieked, stumbling back as she clawed at her stinging eyes.

I didn’t waste another second.

I turned and ran.