Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 236

Chapter 236: The Centre of it All Chapter 236: The Centre of it All *************** CHAPTER 236 ~Zade’s POV~ My great-grandmother was known by many names.

We knew her as Lady Layla, not Lila Goldthorn.  My head spun with the implications.

This wasn’t just about our pack or our family-it was bigger than I’d imagined.

Zara wasn’t just a powerful heir but a descendant of one of the most feared and revered witches in history.

It makes sense why anyone would want her.

Even the smallest pack would do well with her on their team.

Suddenly, a noise outside the archive room startled me.

My head snapped up, and I strained to listen.

Footsteps.

Heavy, deliberate.

I swiftly placed the letters back into the box, heightened by my instincts.

Perhaps whoever was out there didn’t want me to find this.

The door creaked open, and a shadow fell across the room.

My heart raced as I crouched low, clutching the box tightly.

“Zade,” a familiar voice called out, low and cautious.

“It’s me.” Relief flooded me as I recognized Jupiter’s voice.

I straightened, stepping into the light.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, still clutching the box.

He didn’t answer immediately, his expression grave.

“I was looking for you.

One of your servants pointed me in this direction.

We’ve got another problem.” I frowned.

“What now?” He handed me his phone, a voice note queued up on the screen.

“I already showed Snow.

This was sent to my server.

You need to hear it.” I pressed play, and the distorted voice crackled to life.

“You’re getting closer, but you’ll never find me.

Not until I’m ready.” Jupiter met my gaze, his eyes filled with unease.

“You have any lead so far?”  I shook my head, ready to say no when a thought entered my mind.

What had Marcus got to do with Zara and my pack?

“They may be linked.” Jupiter frowned, not quite getting the picture.

I sighed.

“What I mean is, Marcus, Ivan and whoever wants Zara€¦ What if they are all linked in a scheme from the past?” Jupiter’s lips hung open, then he closed it and shook his head.

“I don’t see how it follows but€¦” “It will.

I need a little more time to get my findings.

But until then, we play a silent game.” **************** ~Snow’s POV~ The glow of my laptop screen illuminated my darkened office.

My fingers drummed against the edge of the desk, and my eyes were fixed on the endless stream of data scrolling across.

It wasn’t that I didn’t notice Zara’s absence-I did.

But with everything happening-the threats, the voice note, and the potential link to Marcus-my focus had to remain razor-sharp.  Furthermore, I had hoped she was safer at my pack.

There she had warriors protecting her and if I do say so myself, my family.  Now, I needed to do something important for her.

There was no room for distraction.

Still, her absence lingered in my thoughts.

The soft sound of her laughter, the warmth of her presence-those were comforts I couldn’t afford to dwell on right now.  She was safe at the Ivory Crescent pack house.

That knowledge had to be enough.

The truth was, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were running out of time.

Whoever this shadow figure was, they weren’t just taunting us; they were orchestrating something.

My gut told me it was big.

“You’re getting closer, but you’ll never find me.

Not until I’m ready.” The voice note haunted me as its cryptic warning looped endlessly in my head.

Whoever this was, they were leveraging that knowledge to stay one step ahead.

The latest batch of encrypted files from Jupiter sat in front of me, fragments pulled from Marcus’s abandoned servers.

I stared at the screen, piecing together connections, patterns, and dead ends.  Days had passed since the voice note, and while progress had been slow, it was steady.

A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.

“Come in,” I called, my voice rough from hours of silence.

Dare Devil stepped in and his usual laid-back demeanour was replaced with something more serious.

“You’ve been at this for days,” he said, crossing the room to lean against the desk.

“You look like hell, Snow.” “Thanks,” I said dryly, rubbing my temples.

“I mean it,” he pressed.

“You’re burning yourself out.

Zara’s going to notice if you keep this up.” “I’m handling it,” I replied curtly.

“She called earlier,” he said, his tone softer.

“Said she’s staying at the pack house for another night.” “I know and I prefer it DD.” “And that doesn’t bother you?” I leaned back in my chair, exhaling sharply.

“She’s safe there, Dare.

That’s all that matters.” Under his sharp gaze, Dare Devil studied me for a moment.

“You’re telling yourself that, but we both know it’s more complicated.

You don’t leave Zara out of anything unless you think it’s necessary.

And you’re not telling me everything.” I stiffened.

“She’s surrounded by people who care about her, in one of the most secure pack houses in the region.

My focus is here, Dare.

Whoever’s behind this-Marcus, Ivan, or whoever left that voice note-they’re a threat to her.

To all of us.

If I don’t figure this out, all the security in the world won’t matter.” Dare Devil’s expression hardened.

“You know she’s in the centre of all this.

I don’t mean it that they are using her to get to you.

What if it’s been her all along?” His word awakened Glacier from his rest, making my wolf growl.

“You’ve thought about it,” he continued.

“She’s not a bystander, Snow.

Whoever this is, they want her for a reason.

And until we know why, you’re playing a dangerous game leaving her there.

Zara won’t be safe without you.

And now, even your pack and family are at risk.” “I’m working on it,” I gritted.

Dare Devil pushed off the desk, nodding.

“Good.

Just don’t lose sight of what matters.

She needs you to be ready when it counts.” When he left, the room felt colder, and quieter.

I turned back to the screen.

He wasn’t wrong-Zara wasn’t just a target.

She was the key to something bigger, something I couldn’t fully see yet.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, and I hesitated before typing.

Piece by piece, the fragments of data were forming a picture, but the edges were still blurred.

There were names-shell companies, offshore accounts, fake identities-but none of it led anywhere concrete.

Except for one name: Eclipse.