Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 183

Chapter 183: Twin Wolves Chapter 183: Twin Wolves ************** CHAPTER 183 ~Author’s POV~ The tension in the mansion was thick, suffocating, as if the very air carried the weight of unspoken rage and fear.  Zade placed Aira gently onto the couch, his eyes scanning her trembling frame.

Tempest rushed in almost immediately, her steps hurried and her face filled with concern.

“What happened to her?” Tempest demanded, her sharp gaze locking onto Zade.

Zade straightened, his jaw tightening as he relived the events that had unfolded only moments ago.

“Her mate happened.” Tempest froze, her wolf, Summer, growling in the recesses of her mind.

“Her what?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief, though deep down, she already knew the answer.

Zade clenched his fists.

“Her€¦” he clenched his fist, finding it hard to call another man Aira’s mate as the word left a bitter taste in his mouth.  “Kane showed up.

He was demanding me and Storm,” Aira chimed.

“He what?” Tempest’s voice rose, her anger bubbling over.

Summer’s growl intensified, echoing in Tempest’s mind, fueling her fury.

Aira raised her head, her voice shaking as she spoke.

“He came out of nowhere.

He…

he said I was his, that I couldn’t be with anyone else.” Her words only stoked the fire in Tempest.

Her body tensed, and her gaze darted to the door as if she could track him down herself.  Immediately Tempest turned in the direction of the door but before she could move, Zade hurried over and held her back, stopping her from leaving.  “He’s gone.” Zade reminded Tempest.

“So?

Tracking him is still possible since he dared to come here, Summer wants blood, Zade.

She wants repayment for what happened to her twin,” she hissed.  Zade’s eyes widened at the revelation.

“Twin wolves,” he murmured.

The rarity of such a bond wasn’t unheard of, but it was uncommon enough to take him by surprise.  He had underestimated the depth of the connection between Aira and Tempest.

Tempest’s fists clenched.

“Blood,” she muttered, her voice trembling with barely contained rage.  “Blood, blood, blood,” Summer chanted in her mind, pushing her further.

Zade gripped her arm firmly.

“He’s gone, Tempest.

You mustn’t dance to his tone.” “What tone, Zade?” Tempest shot back, her voice breaking.

“He doesn’t get to walk away after this.

Summer wants justice!

And as Aira’s mate, you should want that too.” Zade sighed, his shoulders heavy with the weight of his own restrained anger.

“Believe me, I do too.

Every time he said the word ‘mate,’ it took everything in me not to tear his throat out.

But I couldn’t risk a fight.

Not with her in the middle of it.” “It doesn’t matter!” Tempest snapped.

“It would hurt her to kill him, but he should be gone than risk him coming back for her-or for Storm.” The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the front door swinging open.

Snow and Zara stepped inside, both immediately sensing the heightened tension.

Snow’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the room.

Already sensing the energy from afar, Snow knew something bad was going on.  Immediately Snow’s aura flared.

Zara gasped softly, but Snow didn’t notice.

His focus was locked on Aira, whose head was still bowed in pain and shame.  He dropped to one knee beside her, then he glanced at Zade and Tempest.

“Tell me it hasn’t been long since that bastard left,” he growled.

“Who and how did you…” Zara opened her mouth to ask who they were talking about, but Snow’s wolf, Glacier, surged forward, cutting her off.  “I can smell him on her,” Glacier rumbled, his voice dripping with disdain.

“Like a rotten egg, a bad stench waiting to be extinguished.” Snow’s gaze remained fixed ahead as his jaw tightened.

“There’s only one person who could leave Aira in this state.

Kane.” Tempest’s rage reignited, her fists trembling at her sides.

“Then he dies,” she said coldly.

Snow rose, placing a finger to his temple.

“Draven?” The name startled Zara.

She looked around, confused, noticing no one else reacted to the sudden name.

Snow’s focus remained unbroken but his lips never moved as he placed his hand down.

“I need warriors,” Snow ordered through their mind link.

“I want a search party.

Find Alpha Kane of the Black Willow Pack and make him pay for laying a hand on Aira.” “Consider it done, Alpha.” Snow blinked, suddenly sensing something.

Still, he did not make eye contact.

“Draven?” Tempest asked cautiously, and Snow nodded grimly.

“Good,” Tempest said.

“If anyone can find Kane, aside from Snow, it’s him.

He possesses an exceptional sense of smell, and his level of ruthlessness is unparalleled.

Zade’s gaze softened as he looked at Aira.

“When we find Kane, I’ll personally see to it that he pays.” Aira sniffled, her shoulders trembling as she tried to hold back her tears.

“What did he want?” Snow asked, his voice eerily calm.

Tempest answered, her tone clipped.

“He came for her and Storm.” The room fell silent, the weight of those words settling heavily over everyone.

Snow’s posture stiffened, his fists clenching tightly at his sides.

His gaze remained fixed ahead, unreadable.

Suddenly, Zara gasped softly, her breath hitching when Snow’s head snapped toward her, but his gaze didn’t settle on her.

Instead, it locked on the figure standing in the doorway.

Tempest’s eyes followed his line of sight and she gasped.

Unable to hide her curiosity, Zara looked around too.

There, framed by the doorway, stood little Storm with confused eyes.

“Storm,” Aira’s voice broke as she immediately rose and rushed toward him, her tears finally spilling over.

She dropped to her knees, pulling him into her arms as she wept openly.

Storm clung to her, his small hands wrapped around her shoulders.

Snow watched them silently, his jaw tight, while Tempest looked ready to explode.

Zade placed a firm hand on her shoulder, silently urging her to stand down for the moment.

Aira pulled back just enough to cup Storm’s face in her hands, her voice trembling.

“You’re okay, baby.

You’re safe.

Mommy’s here.” Storm nodded, his eyes wide as he glanced around the room.

“What’s wrong, Mommy?” he asked softly.

Aira’s heart clenched at his innocent question.

She pulled him close again, whispering softly.

“Nothing, sweetheart.

Everything’s okay now.”