Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow Chapter 330: Chill About It

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Chapter 331

~Zara’s POV~

As firm as his voice was, I could feel the weight behind it. Then, without another word, Snow turned and walked away.

I blinked and imdiately followed after him.

"Snow!" I called, my voice sharper than I intended but Snow didn’t stop. "Snow!" I reached out, grabbing his wrist. Luckily, that made him pause. He turned slightly, his face unreadable.

I swallowed hard. "What happened?"

Snow’s jaw clenched. "Ivan won’t bother you again."

"Did you...?" I hesitated, recalling how angry he was when he left. "Did you kill him?"

Snow held my gaze, then shook his head. "No. But I wish I had. I wish I had been the one to do it and not fate."

I exhaled, my grip on his wrist tightening before I slowly let go.

"It’s over now," I murmured.

Snow’s expression remained hard, but sothing in his posture eased.

"For now," he said quietly.

We both knew this wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

"Love, I... I need to speak with my father. It is best he hears of his grandson’s death from ."

I nodded and he excused himself.

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~Snow’s POV~

I stepped away from the house, needing space and air. The cool night breeze brushed against my skin, but it did little to soothe the war inside .

I walked in the garden for God knows how long and when I finally moved towards our bedroom window, Zara was finally resting, but my mind wasn’t.

Not with everything that had happened.

Not with what I had to do next.

I had decided on calling my dad but even after leaving Zara I didn’t do it.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling to a familiar number. My fingers hovered for a mont before I took a deep breath and pressed call.

The line barely rang twice before a deep voice answered. "Son."

"Hello, Father..."

The mont the words left my mouth, my entire body tensed.

The silence that followed was telling.

My father, Alpha Storm, wasn’t the type to waste words. He wasn’t the type to exchange pleasantries either. And right now, I could feel the weight of his patience thinning through the phone.

"Snow," his voice finally ca, steady, authoritative, but edged with sothing else—expectation. "Speak."

I clenched my jaw, choosing my next words carefully.

"There’s sothing you need to know," I said, my grip tightening around the phone.

There was a pause and then, "Go on."

I exhaled sharply. "It’s about Ivan."

Another pause—this ti longer and heavier than before.

"What about him?"

I hesitated only for a second before pushing forward. "He’s dead."

Silence.

The kind that stretched too long. The kind that made my stomach knot with unease. I didn’t know what to expect from my father.

Although Ivan and Him weren’t close or anything but he was still blood of his blood.

Finally, my father spoke and his tone was as undiscerning as his face would be in a situation like this. "How?"

I rolled my shoulders, steeling myself. "He planted a bomb trap," I said flatly. "When I went to confront him about him kidnapping Zara and handing her off to lvin Devereaux, things escalated. Zade and I almost died."

My father inhaled sharply, but he said nothing, so I continued.

"He threw off a building. I saved his life, and he still threw off." I let out a humorless chuckle. "But I guess fate was on my side."

There was no response at first. I could picture my father now—his face as stoic as ever, his mind processing everything with the calculation of an Alpha who had seen too much, lost too much.

When he finally spoke, his voice was gruffer, lower. "I will tell his father."

That was it. No rage. No grief. Just... acceptance.

I swallowed. "Okay."

A beat passed. Then, I cleared my throat. "Thank you."

Another silence, and then he hung up.

I stared at my phone for a mont, exhaling slowly.

Ivan was gone. That Chapter was closed. But sohow, it didn’t feel like an ending.

Not yet.

Not with everything else still unraveling. And I was sure that my step older brother would find ways to bla for this.

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Chapter 327

~Ella’s POV~

Ever since Ares arrived at my apartnt this morning, he’s been here all day, keeping company.

Ares leaned against the counter, watching with that lazy smirk of his, arms crossed like he had all the ti in the world.

Speaking of which. I knew he was here on so business trip and all that but shouldn’t he have finished by now and returned ho to his brothers?

"You’ve been quiet," he noted. "Thinking about sothing?"

I scoffed, setting my wine glass down. "When am I not?"

He chuckled, pushing off the counter and stepping closer. "Fair point."

Before he could say anything else, my phone buzzed against the table.

I frowned, picking it up. My stomach twisted the mont I saw the na flashing on the screen.

Styles.

Ares noticed my shift in expression imdiately. "Who is it?"

I hesitated before answering. "Styles."

His easy going deanour hardened slightly. "What does he want?"

I ignored him, swiping to open the ssage.

Styles: I ant what I said, Ella. I still love you. I always have. And I hate seeing you with another man.

My breath caught, but before I could even process it, another ssage ca in.

Kent: I know you think I ca back for the cara, but that wasn’t the only reason. I wanted to see you like I said before. I needed to. And I needed you to know—

The ssage cut off, as if he had deleted the rest before sending it.

My hands tightened around the phone.

What the hell was he trying to do?

Ares exhaled through his nose, taking the phone from my hand and reading the ssage himself. His expression darkened. "This guy’s playing mind gas."

I swallowed hard, my emotions tangling into a ss I couldn’t untangle.

Because as much as I wanted to ignore it...

A part of wondered if Kent was telling the truth.

And that scared more than anything.

I took my phone back from Ar

es and went through it when another ssage entered.

Styles: Can we et, please?