Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 443

Chapter 443: The Wrong Scale
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CHAPTER 443

~Zara’s POV~

I took the scale.

“You won’t change your mind?” he asked in a low voice.

“No. I won’t.”

“Very well then. Please hand over the scale.”

“What?” I reacted before I could stop myself. “Why?”

“Because…” My eyes flashed red.

He couldn’t cheat me on this. Not after everything, after I had gotten so close to reviving Snow.

“You will have to beat me first before youc an take that scale away from me.”

Davion sighed, dropping his hand. “Take that to now and be sure of it. I promise you he will meet his end faster than you can say my name.”

My gaze darted around. I wondered how I could run away from ehre with that scale and Kaid without bringing upon the wrath of the dragons.

“Zara… believe me.”

I narrowed my eyes and took a step back. Davion sighed once more. “I am being sincere.”

“How and why should I believe you?”

“If you were smart, you would not.”

“See?” I refuted.

“Okay, that backfired, but do you think I believed you would win easily? I hoped not to be honest. I am talking about my scales. My power source. Taking it is going to be detrimental. Besides, a relic of such nature wouldn’t be plucked easily. From where, in my hair?”

I resisted the urge to laugh and looked him straight in the eye to see if he was lying. I found my answer almost immediately but I needed more.

“So… now what?”

“Please hand over the fake.”

“Wait, were you testing me or is this just gonna be a lie?”

“Yes, I tested you,” Davion stated plainly. “And my reasons remain the same. To give you that which is my prized possession, I have to trust and test you.”

“Then will you give me the true scale?”

“I will. However, I will have to transform to get the scale, but in the meantime, you will get that much-needed rest. You are in no shape to leave here.”

“I can.”

“Can you? Well, I insist on a mini feast between me, you and the Lycan as a sign of good blood between us. Then I can hand over my scale to you before you leave.”

I tried to speak and explain, but he held his palm, silencing me. “See you in an hour. Your attendants shall prepare you.”

With that, Davion turned and left, ignoring me.

I turned without a word.

Kaid was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, wide-eyed. “You okay?”

“No,” I said.

“You sure? What happened up there?”

I followed his line of sight and blinked. I could still see the white glow surrounding the throne. That was when I realised I had just passed through a barrier and all that was spoken to me wasn’t heard by Kaid. “But I’ve got what we came for at least, for now.”

“What?”

“I passed the third trial.”

“And the scale?”

“He is holding it. We need to wait before he gives us.”

Kaid’s energy fluctuated immediately, and I tensed. “That prick.”

I placed my hand on his chest. “Calm down. Let’s quickly go and freshen up then wait for him. One hour he said.”

“We don’t have time.”

I snapped at Kaid, glaring at him. “You think I don’t know? We don’t, and it kills me that he is doing this. My only thought right now is how to just disappear with the snap of my fingers and be beside Snow. But I am in his hands now, and I have to play by his rules. Please, let’s just go.”

“Fine. I will handle hm if I notice an ounce of delay from his side. I promise you that.”

Kaid held my palm reassuringly before nodding. “Let’s go. The quicker the better.”

The moment I stepped into my room, three fae attendants were already waiting for me. They smiled sweetly as they approached, their movements smooth, graceful.

“Oh dear, you look bruised,” one of the ladies said, concern filling her soft voice. “Anywhere hurts in particular?”

I barely heard her. My mind was elsewhere—still trapped in the throne room, still replaying every word Davion had said.

Instead of answering, I lifted my tank top, intending to inspect the damage myself. But before I could, the fae women moved to help me. Instinct kicked in, and I jerked away. “I can do it myself,” I snapped.

They froze, then stepped back with polite nods.

I pulled off my tank top, leaving only my bra. The second it hit the floor, all three of them gasped.

Dark bruises spread across my ribs, deep and ugly. Blood had dried around the edges where Varian’s claws had scraped too close.

“How did you—” one of them began, but the second fae interrupted.

“She fought a dragon.”

The third fae inhaled sharply. “And she got hit pretty bad.”

I winced as one of them leaned in, her fingers hovering just above the worst of the bruising. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“It’s fine,” I muttered. “I just need to clean up.”

I turned toward the bathroom, but one of them called out, stopping me.

“Ma’am. Please. Let us… We can help you heal faster.”

I hesitated. I didn’t want their help. I didn’t want anyone’s help. But the pain throbbed deep, and every second wasted here was another second away from Snow.

Finally, I sighed and nodded. “Fine.”

The faes led me into the bathroom.

The air was thick with steam, the scent of healing herbs filling the space. The bathtub was massive, carved from dark stone, and already filled with shimmering water. Magic, no doubt.

“Sit,” one of them instructed gently.

I sank into the warm water, wincing as the heat licked at my wounds. The fae moved with practiced ease, working in silent harmony. One poured a golden liquid into the water, while another brushed my damp hair away from my face.

“The magic will do its work in a moment,” the first fae said.

I closed my eyes, letting myself sink deeper into the warmth. My body ached. My mind spun.

Davion had played games with me. He had tested me. He had tried to break me.

And yet, in the end, he had still smiled. I clenched my fists beneath the water.

That dragon prince wasn’t done with me.