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Chapter 172
~Zara’s POV~
Snow chuckled from where he stood, leaning casually against the wall. "Go on, tell her, Zade."
Zade groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes, Mum, I found my mate."
A radiant smile spread across Zaria’s face. "That’s wonderful! We have a Luna for the Golden Claw Pack. Who is she? Where is she? What’s her na?"
Snow couldn’t suppress his amusent, and I bit my lip to stifle a giggle.
Finally, Zade muttered, "Aira. Aira Zephyr."
The room fell into stunned silence. Zaria’s smile faltered as she repeated the na under her breath. Then her face froze for a mont, and her eyes narrowed as she turned her piercing gaze to Snow. "Zephyr?" she repeated slowly. "Snow, your sister?"
Snow’s grin widened, his expression smug. "You catch on quick, Luna. The very sa."
Zaria blinked, her expression unreadable before it softened into sothing akin to wonder. "Well," she murmured, "this certainly makes things... interesting."
"Understatent of the century," Zade muttered under his breath, earning a light shove from .
Zaria straightened, her regal composure returning. "I expect to et her soon, Zade. She’s family now, and I want to welco her properly."
Zade nodded, his tone serious. "You will, Mum. Soon."
Snow pushed off the wall, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Speaking of family, Zara and I should head out. We’ll co back to visit, of course. But for now..."
Zaria sighed, her reluctance evident. "Fine," she relented, though her tone made it clear she wasn’t happy about it. "But only if she promises to spend the weekend here. The elders will want to et her."
I smiled, feeling the warmth of her care. "I promise."
As we prepared to leave, I glanced back at Zaria and Zade, my heart full. No matter where I went, I knew I had a family here—a family that would stand by , no matter what.
"Bye, Zade, Zar... Mum."
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The evening sun cast a golden hue across the sprawling mansion as we pulled into the long driveway.
Snow’s second mansion lood ahead, only slightly smaller than his main estate but no less impressive. Every inch of the property exuded luxury, from the intricate stone facade to the perfectly manicured gardens.
As soon as we stepped out, Scott was there to greet us. Ever composed, his sharp suit was pristine, and his deanour professional as always.
"Welco back, Alpha," Scott said, bowing slightly before turning to . "Lady Zara, it’s a pleasure to see you again."
"Thank you, Scott," I replied with a warm smile, still adjusting to being called Lady by him.
Snow clapped Scott on the shoulder. "Tell , Scott, are my sisters and Storm around?"
Scott shook his head. "No, Alpha. The Young Mistresses are expected to arrive tomorrow morning."
A mischievous grin spread across Snow’s face as he turned to , his blue eyes glinting with playful intent. "Looks like I’m getting you all to myself tonight, love."
Before I could respond, he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Not that it matters if we had company. I wouldn’t mind them hearing you scream my na as I drill into you over and over, driving you into ecstasy."
My eyes widened in shock, my cheeks heating instantly as I instinctively glanced at Scott. His face was as red as a tomato as he looked anywhere but at us, clearly wishing he could vanish into thin air.
"Snow!" I hissed, smacking his arm.
Laughing unapologetically, Snow straightened, his grin unabated as he watched with adoration.
Blushing furiously, I turned on my heel and marched toward the entrance, calling over my shoulder, "You’re insufferable, Snow!"
"For you, Zara, I can be anything," he called back, his voice teasing and filled with affection.
Scott trailed after , clearing his throat awkwardly. "Lady Zara, shall I prepare your room?"
I stopped just inside the grand foyer, the luxurious interior taking my breath away. The marble floors glead under the soft light of a crystal chandelier, and the staircase that curved upward was sothing out of a fairy tale.
"No need, Scott," Snow interjected smoothly as he stepped in behind . "She’ll be staying in my room."
I spun around, giving him a glare, but the smirk on his face only widened.
Scott bowed his head. "Understood, Master Snow." He turned to , his voice gentle. "If there’s anything you need, Lady Zara, please don’t hesitate to let know."
"Thank you, Scott," I said, managing a smile despite my flustered state.
Once Scott disappeared down the hall, Snow stepped closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. His touch was warm, his scent intoxicating.
"You’re blushing, love," he teased, his voice low and velvety.
"You’re impossible," I muttered, though I couldn’t hide the smile tugging at my lips.
Snow chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. "Co on. Let show you around."
He guided through the mansion, pointing out the key areas—the grand dining room, the library filled with floor-to-ceiling shelves, and a cozy lounge area with a crackling fireplace.
The warmth of the space contrasted with the mansion’s grandeur, making it feel inviting despite its size.
Eventually, we arrived at his room—or rather, our room for the night. The space was massive, dominated by a large four-poster bed draped with luxurious linens. A wall of glass doors opened onto a private balcony overlooking the estate’s gardens.
Snow leaned against the doorfra, watching as I took in the room. "Well? What do you think?"
"It’s beautiful," I admitted, running my fingers along the edge of the bed.
"Not as beautiful as you," he said, his voice sincere.
I turned to him, my heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his gaze. For a mont, the playful banter faded, leaving only the raw connection between us.
"Snow..." I began, but the words caught in my throat.
He crossed the room in a few strides, pulling into his arms. "You’ve had a long day," he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. "Let’s get you settled in."
His tenderness was disarming, and I found myself leaning into him, the tension from earlier lting away.
"Thank you," I whispered.
Snow pulled back slightly, cupping my face in his hands. "Anything for you, love."
And in that mont, I realized that despite the chaos surrounding us—Marcus, the Thorned Crescent, and the truths we were still unraveling—I was exactly where I needed to be. With him.
Before I could say anything, his lips crashed on mine.
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