Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 466

Chapter 466: A Date With Aira
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CHAPTER 466

~Zara’s POV~

My thoughts spiralled. What if… what if I found myself in a worse situation? How would I react? What if there was no escape and I was surrounded by flames?

This time, I didn’t move back.

I did the one thing she did not expect. I stepped into it.

I inhaled, welcomed it. The fire did not burn me. The heat wrapped around me but a setting cooling or warmth spread all around me.

I focused,then pushed both palms outward, dragging water and air together in a sudden burst. Steam exploded between us, shielding me.

Through the mist, I moved fast, cloaking my legs with a quick gust of wind to propel myself. I used the water still in the air and shaped it into sharp edges, sending them flying toward Siona.

She twisted her body, evading the first three before slicing through the fourth with a glowing blade made of pure light.

I didn’t stop.

I called on earth beneath her, softening it—turning it to sludge. Just as she moved again, her boot sank and she lost balance.

I surged forward and stopped just before her with a ball of flame flickering between my palms.

She raised her hands in surrender, laughing. “Now that is what I’m talking about.”

I panted, sweat dripping down my face as my heart thundered and arms shook.

But my magic… felt alive. It felt bette rthan it had ever been in the past, pulsing, responsive—like it had finally recognized what I needed from it.

Siona stepped out of the muck, brushing herself off. “You’re getting there. That blend of instinct and control—it’s what you’ll need when you’re outnumbered. When you don’t have time to think.”

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath.

“Now,” she added, “do it again.”

I groaned, but I raised my hands.

Because deep down, I knew—this was the only way to survive what was coming.

“Now, attack!”

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~Zade’s POV~

With everything that had happened—the chaos with Kane, the rescue, the tension with the packs, and training ramping up, their divorce, Snow and Zara going missing—I barely had time to breathe, let alone spend proper time with Aira.

It weighed on me more than I cared to admit.

We were together—mated—but that didn’t mean she didn’t need to feel wanted or cherished and I’d been too damn focused on war and strategy to give her the simple sweetness she deserved.

So today, I changed that.

I pulled out my phone and typed a quick message.

Zade: Dinner with me tonight? Just us. I miss you.

I stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the send button like a fool before finally hitting it.

Her response came not even a minute later.

Aira: Perhaps.

I smirked. Of course. I could practically hear the amusement in her voice.

I didn’t wait—I called.

Aira picked up on the second ring. “Zade.” There it was. That voice that always made my chest feel full.

“Hey, love,” I said, grinning even before she spoke again.

“What’s with the surprise invite?” she asked, feigning suspicion.

“Can’t a man want a night with his gorgeous mate without it sounding like a trap?”

She chuckled. “You? Never.”

I leaned back in my seat, letting her laughter wash over me. “I sent you something. A dress. I want you to wear it tonight. Let me do this right.”

There was a pause on the line. Then a soft breath. “Zade…”

“I mean it,” I added, tone quieting. “No war councils. No planning. Just you and me.”

Another heartbeat passed before she replied, gentler now, “Alright. Come get me.”

I hung up as my heart thudded with anticipation.

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Twenty minutes later, I pulled up in front of my house. The moonlight cast a soft silver sheen over the front steps, and there she was.

Aira but it wasn’t just her.

Storm stood beside her, grinning from ear to ear. The little man was dressed sharp—black button-up shirt tucked neatly into a pair of navy trousers.

His blonde hair lije his mother’s was combed back, and I swear he looked more prepared for the date than I was.

“Uncle Zade!” he called, running toward me full-speed.

I stepped out of the car, catching him in a hug before he crashed into me. He clung to my neck before pulling back, his face beaming with pride.

“I helped Mommy get ready,” he bragged. “I even picked out her necklace!”

I chuckled, ruffling his hair. “You did? You’re the best wingman I’ve ever had.”

He puffed his chest. “I know. Hehehe, I have helped Daddy Snow before with Aunty Zara,” he boasted.

I grinned and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “I’m proud of you, little storm.”

He giggled and stepped aside, allowing me to lift my gaze to where Aira stood. And gods help me.

She was a vision.

The dress I sent hugged her frame in the most elegant way—a deep sapphire blue that flared at her thigh and flowed down to her ankles.

Silver embroidery traced delicate swirls along the neckline, accentuating her collarbones and the gentle slope of her shoulders.

Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, slick and clean, revealing her high cheekbones and the delicate sparkle of diamond studs in her ears.

But it was her eyes that knocked the breath out of me.

Those piercing blue eyes shimmered, not just with the reflection of moonlight—but with emotion. With something soft, vulnerable… and just for me.

I stepped forward and leaned in, kissing her gently.

“Hi,” I murmured against her lips.

“Hi,” she whispered back.

One of the maids stepped out from behind the doorway and took Storm’s hand, guiding him back into the house with a wave goodbye.

Aira and I watched him go, then turned back to each other. “You ready?” I asked, offering her my arm.

She took it, slipping her hand into the crook of my elbow.

“Lead the way, Alpha.”

“Don’t mind if I do, my love.”