Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Marked Chapter 198: Marked *************** CHAPTER 198 ~Zara’s POV~ The way and manner in which Snow asked was more than enough for me to jump into his arms and say yes if I wasn’t already entwined with him.

I nodded, “Yes.

I’d love to be yours,” I said, tilting my head to the side as he leaned in.

His teeth grazed my skin, and when he bit down, the rush of the mate bond completely left me breathless.

Astrid howled in delight, her energy merging with Glacier’s in a way I’d never felt before.

I felt a little sting and winced, but the overwhelming feeling was more than enough to overshadow any pain.

Our bond solidified, creating a bridge between us.

Suddenly, I could feel everything-Snow’s overwhelming love, his protectiveness, his desire, and even his lingering doubts.

In the past, no matter how many times I married Ivan, he never marked me as his.

Rather, Clarissa bore that proud mark on her neck.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, my voice filled with emotion.

“You’re beautiful,” Snow replied, his lips brushing against the mark he’d left.

The connection between us deepened, and our emotions flooded into one another, amplifying everything we felt.

I could feel his determination to protect me, his pride in claiming me, and his unyielding love.

Before I could respond, he kissed me again, rough and demanding.

His hands roamed my body, igniting every nerve as he pressed me back against the bed.

This time, there were no words, only actions.

Our movements became a symphony of desire, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Each thrust, each touch, and each kiss brought us closer together, solidifying the bond that now tied us as one.

“Zara,” Snow groaned, his hands tightening on my hips as his pace quickened.

“Snow,” I gasped, my nails raking down his back as the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo.

“Let go,” he murmured desperately.

“Let’s cum together.” That was what I needed.

Thanks to the matebond I felt every desire he felt, every pleasure, and it did not take long for my desires to build.

Together, we shattered, the bond between us surging with power and emotion as we both reached our peaks.

As we lay together, our breathing heavy, Snow pressed a kiss to my forehead, his fingers brushing softly against my cheek.

“I love you, Zara,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” I replied, my heart full as I curled into his embrace, feeling the warmth of our bond.

We stayed like that for a while and the only sounds were the beating of our hearts.

As we lay together, the events of the day caught up with us, exhaustion took hold, and we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

In that moment, everything was perfect.

And nothing could change that.

The next morning, I woke up feeling sore and aching everywhere.

Snow, who was already awake, was watching me with a tender smile.

“Good morning, Zara,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose.

“Good morning, Snow,” I replied, though my voice remained groggy with sleep.

“Did you sleep well?” “Mmm, yes, I did.” I yawned, stretching out before curling up against him again.

“And you?” “Best sleep I’ve had in ages.” We lay there for a few moments, just enjoying the warmth and comfort of being together.

“You’re so warm,” I sighed, resting my head against his chest.

He chuckled, his hand stroking my hair.

“It’s probably because we’ve been sharing a bed for a while.” “Probably.” I smiled, snuggling closer.

“Are you hungry?” I nodded, and Snow sat up, reaching for his robe.

“Let’s get you fed, love.” **************** Snow and I made our way downstairs, the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air.  My body still ached from last night, but the soreness was a sweet reminder of the bond we had solidified.

Snow’s hand was warm around mine as we stepped into the kitchen.

We met Tempest in the kitchen standing by the counter, stirring her coffee absentmindedly.

Her hair was slightly dishevelled, and a faint blush painted her cheeks.

She turned as we entered, and her gaze lingered on us longer than usual.

“Good morning,” I greeted, sliding into a chair at the kitchen island.

Tempest smirked, sipping her coffee.

“Morning,” she replied, her eyes darting between me and Snow, amusement flickering in her expression.

Snow tilted his head, immediately suspicious.

“What’s with that look?” Tempest shrugged, though the corners of her mouth twitched with a barely concealed grin.

“Oh, nothing.

Just that it wasn’t only the two of you enjoying yourselves last night.” My face heated, knowing what she meant by that and I instinctively glanced at Snow, whose confusion was evident.

“Wait,” Snow said, his brows furrowing.

“Who else enjoyed themselves?” “Aira did as well,” she exposed, grinning mischievously.

“With who?” Snow asked quickly, unable to hide his curiosity.

Tempest’s blush deepened, and she opened her mouth to speak but stopped short when Zade sauntered into the kitchen.

Clad only in trousers, his upper body bare, Zade stretched as he yawned, his toned muscles catching the light.

My cheeks flushed as the realization hit me, and I quickly looked away.

“Zade?” Snow’s voice cut through the awkward silence, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“He and Aira€¦?” Zade stopped mid-yawn, his blue gaze flicking to Snow.

“What about Aira?” he asked lazily, though a small smirk tugged at his lips.

Before anyone could answer, the sound of soft footsteps drew our attention.

Aira entered the kitchen, her hair a messy cascade around her shoulders, and she was wearing Zade’s oversized shirt.

She rubbed her eyes, oblivious to the heated stares directed her way.

She finally dropped her hands, her eyes taking in the bewildered and knowing stares sent her way.

But when her gaze landed on me, her jaw dropped.

As if on cue, Tempest followed Aira’s line of sight and gasped, her eyes snapping between me and Snow.

“No fucking way,” Tempest blurted, her voice loud in the quiet kitchen.

Aira froze, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red as she realized what was happening.

She glanced between Snow and me, her wide eyes settling on the mark proudly displayed on my neck.

“He€¦ lil’ bro€¦ Snow marked Za€¦” Aira whispered, pointing at us as if she needed confirmation of her own disbelief.