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Chapter 69
~Zara’s POV~
I blinked, barely catching my breath when Snow leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear. "Or... how about we skip breakfast and resu round eight, wifey?"
My eyes shot open, my cheeks flushing in embarrassnt. "Are you insane?" I snapped playfully, shoving him away as I rolled out of bed.
Snow chuckled, his hand catching mine before I could fully escape, pulling back toward him. "Maybe, but you loved every insane action I took last night."
I gave him a teasing smile, yanking my hand free. "Keep dreaming, Alpha," I teased as I dashed into the bathroom, not waiting to hear his inevitable retort.
The sound of Snow’s deep chuckle echoed behind as I closed the door, leaning against it for a second to catch my breath.
Holy hell.
Once inside the tub, I let my head lean against the edge, my eyes closing as the warm water surrounded , soothing my sore muscles. But despite the comfort, my mind wouldn’t stop spinning.
It had all happened so fast—too fast, maybe.
The events leading up to this mont replayed in my head. The kiss in the bathroom yesterday, the sudden, overwhelming heat that had ignited between us. And then last night...
The mating season had triggered sothing deep within —sothing beyond my control. I’d never felt anything like it before.
Not once in all the mating seasons I’d attended had I ever experienced such an intense reaction, not even close.
My pheromones had surged, my body practically burning with need. And the one thing both Astrid and I had wanted was Snow.
I let out a soft sigh, feeling my cheeks heat up as the mory of his hands on my skin flooded back.
There was no denying the pleasure. The way he had touched , the way he had taken over and over until I couldn’t rember anything but him—it had been intoxicating.
But that’s what scared the most.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Snow and I were married in na only, bound by a contract and nothing more. There were no feelings between us, no genuine love or connection.
And yet, here I was, soaking in the aftermath of the most intense night of my life, tangled in emotions I didn’t understand.
I felt... vulnerable.
For the first ti, I had let myself go, let my guard down. Last night, I had given in to the pull, to the desire, to Snow.
And worse, it had happened again this morning, like I had no self-control left around him. I was annoyed at myself, at how easily I had co undone before him.
Still, one question plagued my mind.
Why?
Why had I felt this way? We weren’t mates. I knew that. There was no bond pulling us together. At least there shouldn’t have been.
I ran a hand through my wet hair, my fingers trembling slightly as doubt crept in.
Was it just the full moon? Could I brush it off as nothing more than my body reacting to the heightened pheromones in the air?
No.
It had felt too real, too raw to just be the mating season. And yet...
I wasn’t sure Snow felt the sa way. That thought hit hard. He was always so composed, so in control, reminding at every opportunity that I was his.
But that was Snow. He thrived on control, on power. This relationship was based on a contract, an agreent of convenience. Nothing more.
Or was it?
My heart clenched as I rembered all the tis I had whispered that I was his, and only his. The mory of how easily those words had slipped from my lips made cringe.
How many tis had I agreed to that last night?
I lifted my hand to my forehead, facepalming at the ridiculousness of it all.
I’d been so swept up in the heat of the mont that I’d forgotten every reason why I was in this situation, to begin with.
This was never about feelings, never about love. It had been a marriage for stability, for security.
I shook my head, feeling the water ripple around as I tried to gather my thoughts. I needed to talk to him to clear the air and move on as though nothing had happened.
It was the full moon, I’d tell him. Nothing more. We were just reacting to our wolves, to the instincts heightened by the lunar pull.
But as I prepared to step out of the tub, another wave of mories hit —this ti, the pleasures from last night and this morning.
I couldn’t stop the blush that spread across my cheeks nor the soft smile that tugged at my lips.
Damn him.
It was hard to deny that making love to Snow had been different.
His touch, his intensity... it had been unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. In a way, it had felt like I was a virgin all over again, the sensations so new and overwhelming.
And that... ahem... nine inches hadn’t exactly been forgettable either.
I bit my lip, heat pooling in my belly as I rembered the way he’d moved against and how he’d filled completely, taking to heights I hadn’t known were possible.
For a mont, I let myself indulge in the mory of his touch, the way he’d made feel so completely his.
But then Ivan’s na popped into my head, and the smile faded.
Ivan.
I shook my head hard as if trying to rid myself of the thought of him. That scumbag hadn’t even bothered to make a move on his threat, and honestly, there was no ti for gas or pleasure anymore.
There was a goal here, and I couldn’t afford to lose sight of it.
"Keep your focus, Zara," I muttered to myself as I stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry off. "There’s no ti for distractions, no matter how good last night was."
I wrapped the towel around my body and stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to steady my breathing. Snow and I had a contract. One year. That was all.
And it was already flying by.
"Focus on your career. Cut off from Ivan completely. Secure your life, your future."
As much as I wanted to get lost in the mory of last night, I knew better. I couldn’t let myself fall into the trap of thinking this was more than it was.
One year. I had to build sothing for myself—make sothing of my life before it was too late.
After all, Snow was still Snow.
I took a deep breath, pushing the thoughts of him from my mind as I finished getting ready. There was no room for gas or distractions anymore.
It was ti to build my future and I knew just who could help. Andrew f*cking Blake.
I slipped out of the bathroom to find Snow sprawled out on the bed, smirking at . His hair was a wild ss, and the sheet draped lazily across his waist, barely covering his toned body.
"Your turn," I said quickly before he could say anything cheeky. Snow raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider, but thankfully, he stood and made his way into the bathroom without protest and in his birthday suit.
O... God!
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