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Chapter 109
~Zara’s POV~
As Layla ground the herbs, their earthy scent filled the room, blending with the honey she stirred in. With a steady hand, she mixed everything into a thick paste and handed the bowl.
"Drink it slowly," she said calmly but firmly. "This will counteract the wolfsbane, though it’ll take a few days to fully clear your system."
I took a small sip, wrinkling my nose at the bitterness though softened by the honey. Almost imdiately, warmth spread through , reaching deep into my muscles and slowly loosening the weight the wolfsbane had left behind.
Snow stood nearby, watching every change on my face silently. His eyes held an edge, a quiet pride mixed with relief as if he could sense each wave of ease passing through .
When I finished, Layla rested a hand on my shoulder. "There," she said with a kind smile. "The worst of it should pass soon. Rest, Zara. You’ll feel your strength coming back."
"Thank you," I whispered, feeling genuine gratitude.
Layla nodded and gathered her things. "I’ll hand the rest over to Aira just in case. Finish the dose and you are good to go."
She signalled to Aira, who shot a warm smile before they both slipped out, leaving Snow and .
He approached, moving calmly, his usual intensity softened as he looked at .
"Do you feel better?" he asked, each word carrying an unmistakable sincerity.
"Yes," I replied, eting his eyes, feeling the sa warmth that had spread through monts ago echoing in his gaze. "Thank you for arranging all this, Snow. Really."
He didn’t respond imdiately but instead leaned forward, one hand resting on the edge of the bed, bringing his face close to mine. The intensity of his gaze made my heart flutter and, the words he spoke even more so.
"Zara... no matter what happens, rember I’m here. And I don’t let anyone take what’s mine." His tone was steady, but there was ferocity in his declaration.
The weight of Snow’s words lingered, stirring a feeling of fierce security I hadn’t let myself feel in a long ti.
I nodded, grateful but unsure how to express it, yet he seed to understand. Snow’s fingers brushed against mine briefly before he stood, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Now get so rest," he ordered softly, a hint of teasing in his eyes. "You’ll need it."
He turned to leave, but his presence remained. It was surreal, comforting—a strength I hadn’t known I’d needed.
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Snow’s POV
Leaving Zara’s room, a deep resolve settled in . Seeing her finally resting drove a clear purpose: I’d do whatever it took to keep her safe.
As I walked down the quiet hallway, a few of my n stood alert by the main entry. I motioned to one, Lucas, sharp-eyed and quick on his feet.
"I have a task for you," I said. "Go to Ella’s place. Bring her here to see Zara. Be discreet—no need for extra talk."
He nodded imdiately. "Understood, Alpha."
I watched him head out, his footsteps fading. Ella’s presence would help Zara, offering her the comfort she needed right now. Knowing Zara was upstairs, slowly healing, fueled a fire inside . No one would lay a hand on her again. Not while I was here.
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~Ella’s POV~
The soft flicker of candles filled my living room as Stone’s lips brushed against my neck, his hands roaming with a careful urgency as we sank deeper into the couch. For a mont, the world faded, and nothing else seed to matter.
Then a loud knock shattered the calm. I pulled back, blinking, as Stone shot an annoyed look toward the door. "Ignore it," he murmured, pulling close again. "Whatever it is can wait."
I laughed, letting myself lean in as he tilted my chin to et his lips. But then ca another knock, louder, more insistent, breaking the mont entirely.
"They’re persistent." I pulled back with a frown. "Who on earth..." I whispered, annoyance growing as the knock persisted.
Stone sighed, muttering sothing as his hands slipped from my waist. I turned toward the door, calling, "Who is it?"
A strong, unfamiliar voice answered. "A ssage from Alpha Snow. He’s requesting your presence for Miss Zara."
My heart skipped, and I pulled away from Stone, a surge of alarm overtaking . "What happened to Zara?"
"She’s... she’s injured," he stated after the hesitation, "and your presence is requested."
In an instant, I was on my feet, throwing on a nearby sweater as I scrambled to the door, my heart pounding. "Coming!" I called, pulling the sweater over my head, my fingers clumsy in my hurry.
Stone, seeing the seriousness on my face, confused but quick, helped with my coat as I muttered under my breath, "It’s Zara. She’s hurt. I need to go."
He helped find my shoes. "You want to co with you?"
"No, it’s alright," I said quickly, giving him a reassuring squeeze of the hand before rushing to the door. "I’ll let you know what’s going on. Thank you."
I unlocked the door and opened it to see a handso, well-built young man humbly standing outside my door.
He offered a respectful nod, guiding toward a sleek black car parked by the curb. "This way, ma’am."
I followed without another word, a mixture of dread and worry swirling in my chest. Whatever had happened to Zara, I needed to be there for her.
We entered the car and I couldn’t hold back my curiosity anymore as I sat in the front seat with him, as though a change from the passenger’s seat would offer any speed to go see my best friend.
"What happened to her? How co she is injured? I know I am not the hospital for Snow to call for but it proves how severe... so tell , what happened?"
"I’m afraid, Miss, I cannot do that. I am under strict instructions not to. You will see her for yourself."
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