Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 438

Chapter 438: Magical

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CHAPTER 438

~Zara’s POV~

The walk through the castle was eerily silent. The dragons who led us didn’t speak, their presence obscuring us like a shadow.

Kaid walked beside me, his jaw clenched, his posture tense. He wasn’t happy, but there was nothing he could do.

I wasn’t sure what I expected from the dragon palace, but as we ascended the spiral staircase leading to the upper chambers, I couldn’t help but admire its strange beauty.

It was ancient yet modern, its walls carved from dark stone, lit by floating orbs of soft golden light.

The ceilings arched high above us, murals of dragons in battle painted across them in striking detail. The air smelled of fire and something faintly sweet—incense, maybe.

Finally, we stopped before two doors, side by side.

“The lady stays here,” one of the dragons announced, nodding to the chamber on the right. “The male will take the next chamber.”

Kaid shot me a look, but I gave a slight nod. We’d spent enough time together to know what the other was thinking. If something went wrong, I’d call for him.

He exhaled through his nose, then stepped into his assigned room, throwing a final glance over his shoulder before the door closed behind him.

I took a deep breath and pushed mine open.

The chamber was beautiful. Large, spacious, and elegant. A massive bed with dark silk sheets sat against one wall, while a fireplace crackled gently in the corner.

The furniture was carved from polished obsidian, and the floor was covered in thick, soft rugs. There was a balcony on the far end, and the curtains swayed lightly as the evening breeze slipped in.

But none of that was what caught my attention.

It was the three women waiting inside.

I froze in the doorway.

They were stunning—beyond stunning. Ethereal. Each had long, flowing hair in varying shades of red, green and blonde, cascading down their backs.

Their eyes glowed softly, one red, one deep blue, the last a shimmering green. Their skin was flawless, their features delicate, yet inhumanely perfect.

And then there were their ears—pointed.

Fae.

“Welcome, My Lady.” The one with red eyes stepped forward, bowing slightly. “We are your attendants for your stay.”

I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, they were suddenly moving, hands reaching for me.

“Wait—what are you—”

Their fingers were already tugging at my clothes, undoing the button on my trousers, removing my jacket, and tugging at my shirt with meticulous precision. I barely had time to react before my boots slipped off and my belt loosened.

“What the hell—?” I stumbled back, gripping my shirt, but they were impossibly fast.

“Please, My Lady, do not resist,” the green-eyed one murmured gently, already working at my shirt. “We must prepare you properly.”

“I can do it myself,” I said quickly, shying away from their hands.

The blue-eyed fae smiled, patient yet firm. “If you care for our lives, My Lady, you will allow us to do our duty.”

I stiffened at the words, my pulse jumping.

I narrowed my eyes. “Who are you?”

The red-eyed one paused, then met my gaze evenly. “We are not slaves, if that is what you must know.”

She tilted her head.

“We are fae, and we have come to work here.”

I searched her face, trying to gauge the truth behind her words, but there was no deception. Just quiet certainty.

I swallowed and finally relented.

They worked quickly, undressing me with efficiency before leading me toward the bathing chamber.

The moment I stepped inside, steam wrapped around me. The bath was massive, almost like a small pool, its waters shimmering with a faint golden hue.

I hesitated for a moment, but the fae attendants didn’t.

They guided me gently inside, washing away the dirt, the exhaustion, the tension that had been coiling inside me since I set out on my journey.

By the time they were finished, my muscles felt loose, my skin cool. They dressed me in a soft, blue, sleeveless linen gown that draped over my figure, secured at the waist with a woven belt almost like the one they were wearing but more sophisticated.

The fabric was light, breathable, and strangely comfortable.

When they were done, they stepped back. “Rest well, My Lady.”

And just like that, they were gone.

The silence felt deafening in their absence. I sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand down my face.

The exhaustion I had been ignoring was finally creeping in, but hunger gnawed at my stomach. My stomach rumbled in protest, wanting me to entertain her with food.

I sighed, scanning the room for my bag. It wasn’t here. I frowned. They must have confiscated it before I even arrived at the castle.

Figures.

With a groan, I flopped onto the bed, closing my eyes for just a second when a sound jolted me awake.

Knock.

I sat up immediately, my heart pounding as the door creaked open before I could even respond.

And there he stood by the doorway—Davion.

Dressed lazily in a pair of black trousers and a sleeved shirt with the arms rolled up, the top buttons undone just enough to reveal his broad, chiseled chest and the top of his abs.

His long silver hair with violet highlights at the base was damp, flowing freely down his back.

He had just bathed, I noted inwardly.

He was hot and sexy, I’d give him that but I wondered why he felt the need to display his goods anyhow?

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.

“May I?” His voice was smooth, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes, as if he already knew the answer.

I hesitated, then stood up and nodded. As soon as he entered, shutting the door, my stomach growled.

Loudly.

I stiffened.

Davion arched a brow. “Oh. They didn’t tell you?”

I frowned. “Tell me what?”

He smirked, then turned toward the small kitchen counter in the chamber, crossing his arms behind his back. He looked at me expectantly. “Think of the food you wish to eat.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Just do it. Okay, let’s start small. Think of a fruit. An apple, maybe?”

I hesitated, but then sighed. “Fine. I want two red apples,” I thought while keeping my eyes shut.

A soft pop echoed in the room. I opened my eyes and gasped.

Two perfect red apples sat on the counter.

“No way,” I breathed.

Davion chuckled. “Magic still surprises you?”

I picked up one of the apples, staring at it like it might vanish. “I just… I didn’t think—”

“We are dragons,” he reminded me. “Magic is real. I wouldn’t doubt it if I were you, given your lineage.”

I snapped my gaze to him.

“How do you know about that?”

Davion’s smirk deepened, but he didn’t answer. He turned toward the door. “If that is all, I will leave you to rest. See you first thing tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.”

I nodded, still watching him carefully. “Thanks.” He paused and then nodded. “You won’t ask what for?”

I shrugged. “I know I am a very good host.” He smirked. “Even though I have three guards stationed outside your door.” I narrowed my eyes. “Just think of it as reassurance, little wolf.”

He opened the door but glanced back at me one last time. “Now, goodnight.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving me to my imagination.