Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 160

Chapter 160: Her Death Chapter 160: Her Death ************** CHAPTER 160 ~Zara’s POV~ The soft light of dawn streamed through the curtains, painting the room in warm hues.

Only that it wasn’t my room.

It was€¦ I halted.

Unsure of whose room this was when something sharp coursed through my brain.  My head felt heavy, a dull ache throbbing at my temple, and my body felt like it had been weighed down with lead.  I stirred slightly, my consciousness tethered between the remnants of a dream and reality.

The dream lingered, vividly and strangely unsettling.

I was back in the moment when my life ended-my past life.

Ivan and Clarissa’s faces loomed before me, their expressions twisted with malice as they delivered the fatal blow.

The pain was as sharp as it had been then, a searing betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound.

But the dream didn’t stop there.

Instead, it carried me beyond the veil of death, revealing fragments of what happened afterwards.

My body lay on the ground, lifeless, surrounded by towering trees and a canopy of darkness.  The forest was dense and cold, an eerie silence blanketing everything.

It felt like the world had paused, mourning my passing.

Whispers echoed in the distance, faint and unintelligible, as though the forest itself were alive, bearing witness to my demise.  The scene shifted rapidly, shadows swirling around me as if pulling me further into the unknown.

And then€¦ “Zara.” Snow’s voice pierced through the haze, drawing me back to the present.

I opened my eyes, blinking against the light.

My heart raced as I tried to cling to the fragments of the dream, but they slipped away like water through my fingers, leaving only a lingering unease.

“Good morning,” Snow’s voice came softly, his tone laced with relief.

I turned my head toward him.

With his usually immaculate hair slightly disheveled and his eyes soft with concern, he perched at the edge of the bed.

“You stayed?” I asked, my voice raspy.

“Of course, I stayed,” he said, his brow furrowing.

“I wasn’t going to leave you alone after what happened.” I swallowed hard, the events of the previous night rushing back-the explosion, the pain, Snow’s desperate face as he carried me inside.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, leaning forward slightly.

“A little better,” I managed a weak smile.

“Just…

tired.” Snow nodded, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from my face.

His touch was gentle, and for a moment, it eased the tension in my chest.

“Zara,” he began, “do you remember anything about the explosion?

Anything at all?” I shook my head.

“Not really.

It all happened so fast.

One minute, I was with you and Zade, and the next.” My voice trailed off, and I shivered at the memory of the chaos.

“It’s okay,” he said softly.

“You don’t have to force it.

Just focus on resting.” I hesitated.

Despite the explosion raising concerns, the dream remained vivid in my mind.

I wanted to tell him about it-about the strange sense of familiarity and the foreboding darkness.  But something held me back.

Perhaps the revelation about my past life was too heavy or I wasn’t ready to face it.

“Snow?” I tried to shift the conversation.

“Yes?” “Why do you care so much?” The question hung in the air, and Snow’s expression softened.

“Because I love you, Zara,” he said simply, as though the answer was the most natural thing in the world.

“I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it.” Warmth spread through my chest, chasing away some of the lingering unease from my dream.

His words were genuine, his eyes unwavering as they held mine.

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

Snow leaned back slightly, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

“You’re not going to make me say it again, are you?” “Not yet,” I teased, managing a faint laugh.

The room fell into silence, and for a moment, I let myself relax.

Snow’s presence was great to have here, grounding me amidst the chaos of my thoughts.

But the dream still lingered, in my mind.

I pushed it aside, focusing on the here and now.

Snow was with me, and for now, that was enough.

“Zade came by last night,” Snow said after a while, breaking the silence.

“What did he say?” “He’s looking into what happened,” Snow replied, his tone darkening slightly.

“And so am I.

Whoever’s behind this won’t get away with it.” I nodded, my fingers instinctively brushing the stitches on my temple.

“Do you think it’s the Starks?” “Possibly,” Snow admitted.

“But I’m not ruling out anyone else.

Whoever it is, they’ll regret targeting you.” The intensity in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, but it also made me feel…

safe.

Snow wasn’t just saying the words; he meant them.

“Zara,” he said after a moment, his voice softer now.

“I need you to promise me something.” “What is it?” “Don’t go anywhere alone,” he said firmly.

“Not until we know who’s behind this.

I can’t lose you.

Especially now when things are also traced back to this so-called Marcus Deverreaux from the dead.” I hesitated before nodding.

“Okay.

I promise.” His shoulders relaxed slightly, and he reached out to take my hand in his.

“Good.” The conversation shifted to lighter topics after that, and for a while, it felt like the tension from the night before had dissipated.  But as Snow spoke, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my dream was more than just a nightmare.

It was a warning.

Why?

I pondered but I guess the answer was staring at me in the face.  Snow Zephyr.

And€¦ Zara Zarek.

A call on my phone interrupted my thoughts.

Snow reached for it on the nightstand checked the caller ID and smiled.  “Ella.” My cheeks flushed immediately, recalling the last time Ella was here and how she eagerly picked Snow and wanted something hot to happen between us.  Speaking of hot€¦ my gaze darted to his face, centring on those sexy lips of his.

Gulp!