Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 362

Chapter 362: Allow Me To Have You
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CHAPTER 362

~Ella’s POV~

Ares stood before me, arms crossed, his intense gaze pinning me in place. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating in the worst and best ways.

I had barely gathered my thoughts when he scoffed, his eyes raking over me, analysing every bruise, every bandage.

It was annoying, not gonna lie.

“He did it, right?”

I ignored Ares and looked away. But that wasn’t much of an option now, seeing how his alpha aura was already illuminating the room.

“Ares…”

“You went to see him and somehow you got into this accident?” I inhaled. “What the hell were you thinking, Ella?” His voice was low but sharp, laced with fury as he interjected. “I warned you. I warned you to stay away from Kent. And now, here you are—battered, broken, and hiding in another man’s house.”

I exhaled sharply, gripping the bedsheets. “Ares, don’t start.”

“Don’t start?” His laugh was humourless. “I’ll start if I damn well please. You could’ve died.”

I looked away, pressing my lips together.

“And let me guess,” he continued, stepping closer. “Kent did this?”

I flinched slightly at the name, but I didn’t answer.

Ares’s eyes darkened. “I’ll kill him.”

That snapped my attention back to him. “What?”

“You heard me.” His voice was deadly calm, his wolf just beneath the surface. “I’ll find him and rip his goddamn throat out.”

“Ares, wait—”

“Where is he?”

I reached for him, gripping his wrist. “It wasn’t Kent!”

Ares stilled. “What?”

I swallowed hard, knowing that what I was about to say would only fuel his rage. “It wasn’t Kent,” I repeated, my voice softer now. “It was… his fiancée.”

His whole body went rigid. The air around us grew heavier, charged with his barely contained fury.

“His fiancée?” he echoed, his tone low and dangerous.

I nodded. “Vera.”

His jaw clenched so tightly that I thought his teeth might crack. He took a slow, deep breath through his nose, but it did nothing to ease the fire in his eyes. “Then she’s just as dead as he is,” he muttered darkly.

I tightened my grip on his wrist. “Ares, please. Just stop for a second and—”

He moved to pace, his energy vibrating with rage, but I tugged harder, trying to steady him. “Ares, stop!”

It all happened too fast. Ares lost his footing, and the next thing I knew, he fell forward—straight onto me. The air whooshed out of my lungs as his solid weight pressed me into the mattress.

For a moment, we both froze.

His face was inches from mine, his golden eyes flickering with something unreadable. His body was warm, solid, and strong. My heart pounded wildly against my ribs.

Then, that damn smirk curved his lips. “If you wanted to bed me, Ella, you should’ve just asked rather than play games.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. “You—!” I raised my hand to smack him, but he caught my wrist effortlessly, his grip firm yet teasing as he held them back against the bed.

“Get off,” I ordered.

Ares didn’t move. Instead, he relaxed against me as if he belonged there. “Hmm. No, I think I like it here. So cosy.”

I groaned. “Ugh, fine. Stay there.”

Ares chuckled, his breath warm against my skin. “I don’t mind if I do.”

As much as I wanted to shove him off, I was oddly relieved that his rage had simmered down.

His wolf had been on the verge of snapping just moments ago, but now he was… playful. He was both annoying and playful at the same time.

“But seriously, get up, you big chunk of…”

“Of wood?” Ares completed it for me and I blinked.

“I, huh… no. That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, Ella?”

“You weigh more than I do, obviously, and my leg.”

At the mention of my leg, Ares’ anger returned and he straightened but still hovered over me. His eyes blazed red, scaring me. “Yeah, I should kill Ke…”

And then, before I could stop myself, I leaned forward. I didn’t think—I just acted.

My lips brushed against his in a slow, deliberate kiss. One hand slid up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

Ares froze, taken by surprise, as a low growl rumbled in his chest. His grip on my wrist loosened, his hand moving to my waist instead.

He pulled back slightly, his red eyes flickering with curiosity before reverting back. “What was that for?”

I smirked. “Shut up.”

Ares’ gaze darkened with something dangerous. “Gladly.” And then he kissed me back.

The teasing was gone now. His lips moved with a slow, intoxicating dominance, claiming me as if he had every right to. Heat coiled in my stomach, my fingers tightening in his hair.

But just as things started to get very interesting, I tensed.

“The door,” I murmured against his lips.

Ares didn’t stop. “What about it?”

“We didn’t lock it.”

He shrugged. “We’ll give anyone who walks in a good show.”

I gasped. “You ass—”

But before I could finish, his lips crashed against mine again, silencing my protest. “Shhh… Allow me to have you, Ella.”

Then, the sound of hurried footsteps reached our ears, followed by a sharp inhale from the doorway.

We both snapped our heads toward the sound.

Vani stood in the doorway, her face pale, her eyes wide with disbelief and something else.

Ares’s eyes flashed red, his wolf surging forward at the unwelcome intrusion. A guttural growl ripped from his throat as he whipped his head toward her.

“GET. OUT.”

His voice was pure dominance, shaking the very air around us.

Vani flinched, her lips parting as if she wanted to speak, but she thought better of it. Her fists clenched at her sides before she turned on her heel and hurried away, slamming the door behind her.

Ares exhaled, his grip still firm on my waist. “Nosy little thing, isn’t she?”

I snorted. “You’re ridiculous.”

But deep down, I had to admit… seeing the way Vera reacted? Knowing she didn’t like what she saw, yeah. That definitely felt like a win.