Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386: Taking Control of Her Life

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Chapter 386

~Zara’s POV~

I grabbed my phone and dialed a familiar number. It rang twice before a smooth, confident voice answered.

"Zara? Wow, I wasn’t expecting a call from you. It’s been a while, girl. What’s up?" Amber’s voice came through, laced with curiosity.

"Hey, Amber. I need a favour."

"Of course. Anything."

I hesitated for only a moment before saying the words that sealed my fate. "I need to start a divorce process."

Silence.

Then, a slow, careful exhale. "Zara... are you sure?"

In the past, after signing my contract with Snow and him always speaking on it... I began preparing myself for what could happen after our contract ended.

I didn’t want him to be the one to get rid of me back then, when he refused to come to terms with his feelings and contacted my old friend from university.

Although she was sure I wouldn’t need it and in time, I also saw it for myself. We loved each other but now...

I sighed. I needed to be prepared. I closed my eyes, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Yes."

"Alright," she said, her voice professional, but I could still hear the concern beneath it. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," I said simply.

"Okay..." she drawled, hoping to probably hear a different answer from me. "Umm, do you want anything from the settlement? Property, assets, alimony?"

I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see me. "No. Nothing. I just want my freedom. I do not want anything from Blaze Black."

Amber was silent for a beat, and then, "Okay. I’ll prepare the paperwork."

"Thank you," I whispered.

She sighed. "You know, you don’t have to rush this. Maybe—"

"I need to do this, Amber," I interrupted gently. "Before I lose myself waiting for something that might never happen."

Amber didn’t push. "I understand. I’ll have the first draft ready by tomorrow."

"Thank you," I said again, my voice hollow.

After hanging up, I sat there for a long moment, staring at the contract again.

It was almost over. Maybe Snow would come to his senses. Maybe he would fight for us. Or maybe... this was how our story ended.

I didn’t tell Snow anything. I distanced myself, avoiding him entirely.

That night, I locked my door, unwilling to let him in. If he wanted me, he needed to prove it.

The next morning, before anyone in the mansion could stir, I packed a small bag, grabbed my keys, and left.

I needed space.

I needed home.

With the divorce papers being drawn up and everything in my heart screaming in confusion, there was only one person I needed right now.

My mother.

I slipped into my car and drove, the road stretching before me like an uncertain path into the future.

Let Snow figure himself out.

If he wanted me, he knew where to find me.

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~Snow’s POV~

"She’s ignoring us," he growled in frustration. "Fix it."

"I’m trying."

"Then stop wasting time. Go to her."

I clenched my jaw. "It’s not that simple, Glacier. You think she’ll just let me in after what happened?"

Silence, and then he added, "If Zara won’t answer us, then go to our mate. She is hurting. She’s ours."

And Glacier? He wanted nothing more than to complete the bond—to claim Vera, to solidify the connection the Moon Goddess had forged.

"You’re fighting the inevitable," Glacier muttered.

"No," I shot back. "I’m fighting for the one I love. And don’t make me expell you out of my mind, Glacier. And shut up with Vera nonesense."

A low growl rattled through my mind, but I ignored him. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension coiling in my muscles.

Tomorrow—tomorrow, I would see Zara.

She couldn’t lock herself away forever. Eventually, she would need something—food, air, anything. The moment she stepped out of that room, I’d be there.

And I wouldn’t let her walk away from me again.

However, when the next day came, I waited and watched, and soon it was already breakfast time, which meant she’d soon be hungry; hopefully she still has an appetite after everything.

However, the next morning, when I went to see Zara, I noticed something off—the door wasn’t locked from the inside.

A strange unease settled in my chest as I hesitated for a moment before pushing it open.

Empty.

My stomach dropped. The bed was untouched, her scent already fading from the room.

Zara was gone.

The realisation slammed into me like a sledgehammer as I stood in the doorway of her room.

I stepped inside, scanning the space, hoping—praying—for any sign that she was still here.

Thankfully, everything was still in place—to some extent, her clothes, shoes, and books stacked neatly on the nightstand. But she wasn’t here.

I strode further inside, my wolf clawing at my chest in panic. "She wouldn’t just leave like this."

"Oh, now you care?" I scoffed, ignoring Glacier, and yanked open the closet.