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Chapter 148
~Jenna’s POV~
A sharp exhale escaped . This wasn’t just about Snow anymore. This trip was crucial for Jay Enterprises, and I couldn’t afford to fail.
But I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the larger picture—the one where I wasn’t just a representative of my family’s company. I was Snow’s partner, his equal.
And Zara? She would be nothing more than a distant mory.
With renewed determination, I exited the building and slid into the backseat of my waiting car. I pulled out my tablet, skimming through emails and reports, my mind already working on how to ensure this trip cented my place by Snow’s side.
Soon, Zara. Very soon.
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~Snow’s POV~
The drive ho was quiet, the rhythmic hum of the car engine doing little to soothe my restless thoughts. As much as I wanted to focus on the trip ahead, my mind kept drifting to Zara.
Jenna’s audacity earlier was irritating, but it was her constant ntion of Zara that had truly irked . It wasn’t Jenna’s place to comnt on my wife.
Wife.
The word carried more weight than I cared to admit, especially now. I didn’t want anything triggering Zara off, most especially Jenna.
With the issue on ground, she already has a lot on her plate and I needed her to be safe till my return.
Arriving at the mansion, I stepped out of the car, the evening air cool against my skin. The soft glow of the lights spilling from the windows gave the house a warm, inviting appearance.
After a quick shower and a quiet lunch, I made my way to Zara’s room. The door was slightly ajar, but the room was empty.
"Where is she?" Glacier stirred in my mind, clearly displeased. ALl day he had been itchy to spend ti with her and her wolf.
He often told how he missed seeing Astrid since that mating night.
I turned to leave, only to hear the soft sound of her voice behind . "Looking for ?"
I turned, and there she was, leaning casually against the wall. Her hair was slightly disheveled, her lips curving into an amused smile. She wore a simple sweater and jeans, yet she looked radiant.
"I wanted to see you before I left," I said, taking a step closer.
Her smile softened. "I was just getting so air. I didn’t think you’d look for ."
I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. "Of course, I would."
She tilted her head, studying . "You’ve been busy lately. Everything okay?"
"Just work," I replied, though my voice betrayed the tension I felt. "The trip ca up suddenly, and I didn’t have a chance to tell you earlier."
She nodded and thankfully her expression gave one of understanding. "I figured it was sothing important."
Boy was I glad we weren’t fighting anymore like that last ti.
"I wish I didn’t have to go," I admitted, guaging her reaction.
Her eyes widened slightly, and for a mont, I saw sothing flicker in her gaze—surprise, maybe even sothing more. "You’ll do great, Snow. Just... stay safe, okay?"
I took another step closer, closing the distance between us. Her scent, a mix of lavender and sothing uniquely hers, wrapped around .
"Zara," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
She looked up at , her lips parting slightly as if she were about to say sothing.
I leaned in, my hand gently cupping her cheek. Her eyes fluttered shut, her breath hitching as the space between us disappeared.
But before I could close the gap entirely, a familiar voice interrupted.
"Sir," Scott’s composed tone broke the mont.
Zara and I both turned, finding my butler standing a respectful distance away. "Your car is ready, and your driver is waiting to take you to the airport."
I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to step back from Zara. She seed startled but quickly recovered.
"Thank you, Scott," I said, my voice clipped.
Zara smiled faintly. "Go. Don’t keep them waiting."
I hesitated, my gaze lingering on her for a mont longer before nodding. "I’ll see you when I’m back."
With that, I turned and followed Scott toward the waiting car.
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~Aira’s POV~
The cozy warmth of Tempest’s ho enveloped as I stepped through the door, carrying a small box of pastries I’d picked up on the way.
Her house, nestled on the outskirts of the city, always felt like a retreat—a place where the chaos of pack politics and family expectations seed to lt away.
"Tempe, I brought your favorite!" I called out, setting the box on the kitchen counter.
From the living room, I heard the faint rustling of papers before her voice carried over. "If it’s not chocolate éclairs, I’m kicking you out."
Laughing, I opened the box to reveal exactly that. "I know better than to co empty-handed or with the wrong pastries."
Monts later, Tempest appeared, her red hair pulled into a ssy bun and her casual attire suggesting she hadn’t planned to go anywhere. "You’re safe this ti," she said with mock seriousness before grabbing a pastry.
As she bit into it, I leaned against the counter, watching her. Despite the relaxed atmosphere, there was a tension in her movents—a restlessness I knew all too well.
"You’ve been cooped up too long," I teased. "When’s the last ti you actually left this house?"
Tempest rolled her eyes. "Yesterday. For groceries."
"That doesn’t count."
Her lips twitched into a reluctant smile, but before she could reply, a soft chi echoed through the room.
Both our gazes shifted to her phone, which sat on the coffee table. She padded over, picking it up and unlocking the screen. Her brows furrowed as she read the ssage.
"What is it?" I asked, joining her.
Tempest glanced at , but her expression told nothing and it worried . "An invitation."
"For what?"
She handed the phone, and I scanned the ssage. It was from the Silver Claw Pack, inviting her to the annual end-of-year festivities ball.
"Well, that’s... unexpected."
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