Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Appearances

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Chapter 55

~Zara’s POV~

As soon as we entered the pack house, my breath caught in my throat. It was even more extravagant on the inside—vaulted ceilings, grand chandeliers, and walls adorned with rich tapestries.

The house felt like a blend of tradition and modernity, where history seemed to hum in every corner, yet it held a warm, lived-in air.

Storm bounced around, already eager to show me something. "Zara, come! I want to show you my room!" he chirped, pulling at my hand with excitement.

Snow gave me a soft smile, watching us both. His mood seemed lighter since we arrived, the tension of our journey fading into the background.

"Not now, Storm. Let Zara go to her room first while we go to ours. She’s tired. Later you can give her a tour."

Storm hesitated briefly as though contemplating something before nodding. "Alright, Zara. But I’ll show you later."

"You go on." Snow bade them goodbye before focussing on me. "Now, wifey, time to go to our room."

Shock flashed in my eyes as I half-hollered, "Our room?"

I wasn’t getting any form of privacy here. Snow looked at me as though he had seen a strange woman.

"Yes, our. I am Alpha. And you are my wife."

"But..." He drew in a deep breath and tucked his hand in his pocket casually.

"Zara, let’s not start with this. Or do you want the whole pack to be talking about how the Alpha and his Luna are not in a happy marriage? I didn’t get into this marriage to get gossip rolling."

"You should know that whatever you do as Alpha Snow, gossips will roll."

He stepped forward. "I’d prefer good ones." His lips curled at the side as he reached for my hair, tucking the loose strand behind my ear. "And how beautifully dazzling my wife is."

My heart skipped a beat for a moment there as I stared into his eyes before it resumed and pounded in my chest.

"Now, be a good girl and follow me, love."

"Love?" I muttered before I could control my lips and he heard it. His smirk grew.

"Too shabby or would you prefer I called you, darling? Honey? Sweetheart? My heart?"

The mroe Snow spoke, the more those bnames rolling off his lips, as sexy and heart throbbing as they sounded, felt like a game to him.

"Tsk. None." I walked past him, stopping a few steps in front. "Mind leading the way?"

He chuckled and proceeded to lead us. By the time we arrived in his bedchamber, his room was as big as an apartment, catering to all the needs one would have.