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Chapter 42
~Snow’s POV~
The office door slamd behind , my chest heaving as I tried to reign in Glacier’s fury.
I wanted to break sothing, anything, just to release this pent-up frustration coursing through . She had slapped .
’She slapped ,’ I repeated in my head.
But as much as the anger roared within , sothing deeper gnawed at my insides. Why had it co to this? Why had she chosen to run to Andrew Blake instead of coming to with her concerns about Marcus? And why the hell was she still engaging with Ivan?
I paced inside my office, my fists clenching and unclenching as Glacier growled, waiting to break out.
He hadn’t been free in a while now. The frustration beca worse by the day.
And now, Zara wasn’t just challenging my authority as her boss; she was testing the very boundaries of our relationship. She was questioning —us.
’You’re mine, Zara.’ The thought ran through my head like a mantra, but the truth was... she didn’t fully believe it.
I saw the way she looked at today, full of defiance and fire. She didn’t trust , and that was the core of the issue.
I stopped pacing, my hand reaching for my phone. I pulled up our marriage contract, skimming through the clauses I had morized. There it was—Clause 9, subsection B.
"In instances where the wife exhibits behaviour deed undermining to the husband, the latter reserves the right to enforce disciplinary asures for the betternt of the relationship."
Perfect.
A plan began to form in my mind, one that would remind Zara exactly who held the reins in this marriage.
I wasn’t about to let her insubordination slide, especially after today. No, she needed to understand that there were consequences for her actions, both here and at ho.
I shot off a quick ssage to her: Zara, report to my office. Now.
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~Zara’s POV~
I barely had ti to co to a conclusion on how to apologize when a ssage popped up on my phone.
Snow wanted in his office. Now. I stared at the screen, feeling my stomach twist in knots. What now?
Sighing, I walked out of the office and headed for his. Several thoughts ran through my mind as I walked. I wasn’t ready for another confrontation with him, but I had no choice.
When I entered the office, Snow was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, his face unreadable. His eyes tracked my every move as I closed the door behind .
"You wanted to see , Mr. Zephyr?" I asked, keeping my voice steady.
Snow didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gestured for to sit down. Once I complied, he straightened and kept his voice cold and authoritative. "Clause 9, subsection B," he began, his eyes never leaving mine. "You’re familiar with it, I assu?"
My stomach dropped. Of course. The contract. I nodded stiffly, refusing to let him see the unease building inside .
He continued, his tone like ice. "You crossed the line today, Zara. What you did was completely unacceptable. So now, you’ll face the consequences."
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "What are the consequences you are talking about?" I tried to maintain my composure.
Snow’s lips curled into a slow, calculated smile. "Starting today, you’ll be working in my personal office. No more of your own space. And at ho? We’ll be sharing a bed for the next month."
The words hit like a punch to the gut. Sharing a bed?
My already calm heart beat, raced, and I opened my mouth to protest, but Snow cut off.
"You can’t refuse."
I pouted. "Okay, but what about your new fla, Storm’s mother? Aren’t you bothered with making her feel alone and unwanted? I an you went to all the trouble to bring her in, right?"
He tapped gently on the desk. "And before you concern yourself with her," Snow started, smirking at my confusion. "I don’t care if I leave hickeys all over your skin in places clothes can’t hide and make you work at the reception till they disappear or make sure everyone hears you scream when I perform my husbandly duties with you at ho, Zara."
He leaned in, his voice low and taunting. "No one else will matter. Not her. Not anyone. Just you and I."
My face burned, half from anger and half from the undeniable pull I felt toward him despite everything.
And my traitor wolf wanted him to prove it all.
"Now, you’re dismissed," Snow said coolly, waving off like a nuisance.
I got up, turned on my heel and stord out of his office
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~Zara’s POV~ (Later That Night)
I had barely managed to relax after a long bath when a knock ca at my door.
"What’s it now?" I muttered.
Wrapping myself in a towel, I opened the door, thinking it was one of the maids wanting to ask about dinner, my heart nearly stopped when I saw Snow standing there, dressed in nothing but black shorts and a silk robe that hung loosely around his fra, exposing his sculpted chest and abs.
Gulp!
I blinked, trying to tear my gaze away from his body and focus on his annoyingly handso face. "What are you doing here?"
Snow smirked, holding up his phone, a section of our contract displayed on the screen. "Ti for your punishnt, wifey."
I blinked, my heart stumbling over itself. Punishnt? My mind scrambled to make sense of the situation as I stood there in nothing but a towel, staring at the glowing screen of Snow’s phone.
Was he really going to do it?
I an, I wasn’t a virgin but... I... after everything, I was too angry to think of the possibility.
I swallowed, feeling the weight of his presence pushing down on . He was using his alpha aura, threatening my wolf or more like showing Astrid what she wanted.
"What are you talking about?"
Snow leaned casually against the doorfra, his smirk growing wider. His eyes raked over , and the tension between us thickened. "I warned you, Zara. You crossed a line today. Now, it’s ti to pay the price."
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