Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 353

Chapter 353: Summoned 1
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CHAPTER 353

~Vera’s POV~

The flames on the candles flared, their light pulsing in time with my heartbeat. A gust of wind tore through the room, despite the closed windows, and the circle of salt glowed faintly.

The bond I shared with Snow may have been an obstacle for now, but Zara’s spirit was unguarded without her necklace.

Her weakness was my opportunity.

My smirk widened as the energy in the room reached its peak. The candles burned brighter, and the outline of a figure began to materialise in the circle before me.

“Perfect,” I whispered, my voice trembling with excitement.

The translucent form of Zara appeared, her face twisted in confusion and faint fear. Her spirit was tethered by my spell, unable to escape the confines of the circle.

“Where… am I?” she whispered, her voice distant and hollow.

“You’re mine now,” I said coldly, stepping closer to her.

Her spirit flinched, her ethereal form flickering but she couldn’t see me. “What do you want?” Zara demanded, her tone growing stronger despite the situation.

I tilted my head, my eyes narrowing. “What I want,” I said slowly, “is for you to disappear.”

Her spirit glared at me, defiance flashing in her eyes. “Snow will never—”

“Snow doesn’t need to know,” I interrupted, my voice turning venomous. “Because by the time I’m done, there won’t be anything left of you to save.”

Her spirit trembled, and I felt a surge of satisfaction.

This was the first step. Zara’s days as Snow’s chosen mate were numbered.

And soon, he’ll be mine.

“He’ll find a way. He always does. Snow will save me.”

“You can keep wishing but for now, you have other purposes to fulfil for Shadow Clave.”

I did another spell, just like my mother had once done and transported her spirit to the coven where Mother and the other dark witches awaited.

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~Zara’s POV~

My chest tightened, a sharp, unfamiliar sensation pulling me out of the warmth and comfort of sleep. It was like being dragged through icy water, my limbs heavy and unresponsive.

When I finally opened my eyes, I wasn’t in my bedroom anymore.

I was standing in a vast, dark chamber. Shadows danced across the stone walls, illuminated by flickering torches that lined the space. A heavy mist coiled around the floor, cold and suffocating.

Panic gripped me immediately. My heart raced, and my breaths came out in ragged gasps as I looked around. This place… it wasn’t the astral field I’d visited last time. There was no sense of boundless stars or infinite light.

This was darker, colder.

This was like a prison.

“Welcome back, Luna Zara,” a voice purred, dripping with malice.

I turned sharply, my eyes landing on a tall woman seated on a black throne. Her aura was suffocating, her dark eyes gleaming with an otherworldly power that made my skin crawl.

It was her—the dark witch I’d seen in my vision the day Storm was kidnapped.

Around her stood other witches, their faces obscured by the hoods of their black robes. Their presence was oppressive, a suffocating weight that seemed to press down on my very soul.

“What do you want from me?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I felt inside.

The head witch smiled, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. “Oh, my dear, it’s not about what I want.” She stood gracefully, descending the steps of her throne. “It’s about what you have.”

I stepped back instinctively, the cold mist curling tighter around my ankles. “I don’t have anything you could want.”

“Oh, but you do.” She gestured lazily, and the witches around her began to chant, their voices rising and falling in an eerie rhythm that sent chills down my spine.

The air grew heavier, charged with dark energy that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

Suddenly, a searing pain exploded in my chest, like a knife stabbing into my heart. I cried out, clutching at my chest as my knees buckled.

“Do you feel it, Zia?” the head witch hissed, her voice echoing unnaturally. “That power buried deep inside you? That power you don’t even know exists?”

“What—” I gasped, struggling to catch my breath. My body felt like it was on fire, heat radiating from my core and spreading through my veins. “What are you doing to me?”

“We’re unlocking it,” she said with a twisted grin, her fingers flexing as dark tendrils of energy shot from her hands.

The tendrils snaked through the air and wrapped around me, tightening like chains. I screamed as the pain intensified, my chest burning as if my very soul was being ripped apart.

I dropped to my hands and knees, the cold mist seeping into my skin. My vision blurred as tears streamed down my face, but I forced myself to look up.

The witches’ chanting grew louder, their words incomprehensible but filled with power. The head witch stepped closer, her eyes glowing with a sinister light.

“You don’t even realize what you are, do you?” she sneered, crouching down to my level. “You’re more than just a Luna. More than just the wife of an Alpha.” Her hand reached out, brushing against my cheek, and I recoiled, but the tendrils held me in place. “You’re something special. Something rare. And all that power locked inside you? It’s going to be mine.”

Her words sent a new wave of fear coursing through me. “No!” I shouted, my voice hoarse. “You won’t take anything from me!”

She laughed, the sound echoing in the dark chamber. “Oh, my dear, it’s not about taking. It’s about unlocking what’s already there.”

With a flick of her wrist, the tendrils tightened, and the burning in my chest grew unbearable. My vision went white as pain consumed me, my body trembling violently.

I could feel something stirring inside me, something wild and untamed. It pushed against the barriers in my mind, desperate to break free.

But the head witch’s power was stronger, her dark magic prying at the edges of whatever was inside me, trying to claim it for herself.

“You can’t fight it,” she whispered, her voice echoing in my mind. “You’ll give in. You’ll break.”