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Chapter 387
~Snow’s POV~
Zara’s clothes were still there. Her perfu bottle sat untouched on the dresser.
But the duffel bag I had seen before, was gone
She left. I pulled out my phone and dialled Zara’s number. It went straight to voicemail.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Nothing.
Glacier growled. "She’s not answering."
"She’s ignoring us," I gritted back. Without giving it more thoughts or wasting anymore ti, I turned on my heel and stord out of the room.
"Scott!" I bellowed.
Within seconds, my butler appeared at the foot of the staircase. "Yes, Alpha?"
"Where is she?"
Scott hesitated. "Lady Zara left early this morning, before sunrise."
My entire body tensed. "And no one thought to tell ?"
"She instructed not to, Alpha. Said she needed ti."
Ti?
Ti for what? To cool off? To leave ?
I swallowed hard, trying to push back the surge of emotions threatening to rip through .
I couldn’t lose her. Not like this.
I dialled Zade’s number next.
"Where’s my sister?" I demanded the second he picked up.
There was a pause before he sighed. "She’s safe."
That wasn’t the answer I wanted. "Where is she, Zade?"
"I promised her I wouldn’t tell you," he admitted. "She needed space, Snow. You should respect that."
My jaw clenched. "Respect? My wife disappears in the middle of the night without a word, and I should respect that?"
"Maybe if you had told her the damn truth from the beginning, she wouldn’t have left," Zade snapped.
I shut my eyes, inhaling sharply. "I just need to know she’s okay."
Zade sighed. "She’s with Mom. She’s fine. But she doesn’t want to see you right now."
My chest tightened.
She had gone ho.
To her ho and not stay in ours. I ended the call without another word.
For the next few days, I was barely functioning.
I hadn’t seen Vera—not that I wanted to. Glacier was fighting at every turn, demanding I find Zara and bring her back, while also pulling toward Vera. The mate bond was growing stronger, and I hated every second of it.
I loved Zara. I chose Zara. I wasn’t going to let fate take that from . By the fifth day, I was on the verge of losing my mind that evening and then I decided.
If Zara wouldn’t see , I will cause so ruckus in hr mother’s pack whether she liekd it or not.
But then... she ca back.
I was in my study, drowning in work I couldn’t focus on when her scent filled the room.
My head snapped up.
She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
Zara.
My heart pounded as I took her in—her blonde hair slightly tousled, her blue eyes guarded. She was here. "S-she ca back."
I rose to my feet instantly. "Zara—"
She held up a hand, stopping . "Don’t," she whispered.
I froze.
Her voice wasn’t angry. It wasn’t sharp or cold.
It was tired.
"I don’t want your excuses," she said, stepping inside. "I don’t want to hear that you were going to tell eventually. That you needed ti."
Guilt twisted inside .
"You betrayed , Snow," she whispered, her voice cracking. "You lied. You hid her from . You made look like a fool in my own ho."
I swallowed hard, pain flashing across my chest. "I never ant to hurt you, Zara."
"But you did," she said, her eyes glistening. "You let another woman touch you."
My fists clenched. "I didn’t kiss her—"
"But you hesitated." Her voice was barely a whisper, but the words hit like a blade. "Even for a second. And that’s enough."
My throat felt tight.
"She’s your mate, isn’t she?" Zara asked, studying .
I exhaled shakily. "Yes."
A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Of course, she is." She looked away. "So, what now? Are you going to accept her?"
I stepped forward, my chest tightening. "No," I said firmly. "I choose you."
Zara blinked, her expression unreadable. "Then show ."
Before I could react, she closed the distance between us and pulled down into a kiss.
It wasn’t soft.
It wasn’t gentle.
It was desperate.
A raw, burning need consud us both as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her flush against . She gripped my shirt, her body pressing against mine, and I felt every ounce of pain, anger, and longing she had been holding back.
I lifted her off the ground, carrying her to my desk before setting her down on it, never breaking the kiss. My hands road her body, relearning every curve, every inch I had missed.
"Tell you’re mine," I murmured against Zara’s lips.
Her breathing was ragged, her nails digging into my back. "I was yours, Snow. You just forgot."
A growl rumbled deep in my chest as I kissed down her neck, trailing my lips over the mark I had given her. It was still there.
I needed her.
I needed to prove to her that she was the only one I wanted.
I tore off her blouse, my lips tracing down her collarbone as she moaned softly, tilting her head back.
I could feel her anger, her frustration, her desire crashing against mine, and I welcod it. I let it consu .
Our clothes hit the floor, and I pushed her back onto the desk, positioning myself between her legs.
"Say it," I murmured, my lips ghosting over her skin. "Say you’re mine." My lips found her nipples as my hands cradled her breasts in my hands, burying my face between them.
God, I love and miss how they scented.
Without further ado, Zara gasped as I thrust into her, her back arching, fingers gripping my shoulders.
Her lips parted, and in a broken whisper, she said the words I needed to hear.
"I’m yours, Snow."
The more she said those words, letting go, allowing to claim her, the more eager Glacier and I were. My dominance took over. My hands trailed up her throat, holding her neck but not in a way that hurt her as I thrust harder and harder into her.
Her breasts bounced, jiggled even, and I delighted in those twin beauties ant only for .
I wanted her more than anything and she needed to know it.
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