Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 467

Chapter 467: Will You Marry Me
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CHAPTER 467

~Zara’s POV~

The restaurant I’d picked sat just outside the western edge of the territory—quiet, private, lit with warm lanterns and soft candlelight. Everything was intimate, just the way I wanted it for tonight.

Aira looked breathtaking.

I pulled her chair out as we were led to our private table near the balcony. The night sky stretched above us like a velvet curtain, dotted with stars.

“You really went all out,” Aira said with a small smile, settling into her seat.

“Only the best for you,” I replied, taking the seat across from her.

The waiter poured us wine and set the menu down, but honestly, I could barely focus on anything but her. She had that effortless way of stealing all the air from my lungs.

“How’s Storm?” I asked after we placed our order.

“Excited. Annoyed that I didn’t bring him,” she chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“He did help get you ready,” I added, grinning. “I owe him a thank-you gift.”

Aira laughed softly, the sound washing over me like warm rain. “He’s proud of you. Keeps saying you’re his real-life superhero.”

That hit me square in the heart.

“Me or Snow?”

She smiled. “Well, you nd Snow both.”

I leaned forward, folding my hands on the table. “Aira…” Her eyes met mine. “We’ve been through so much. I know things haven’t always been easy, and gods know, I made my share of mistakes. But one thing has never changed—my heart’s always been yours.”

She didn’t say anything, but her lips parted slightly, her expression soft.

“I want you,” I continued. “Not just for tonight. Not just for a few stolen kisses between battles. I want a life with you, Aira. You, me… and Storm. A family. Let me be the man of your heart, the man in your life. The man who’ll never let go.”

She blinked, her throat moving as she swallowed, and then she nodded. “I love you, Zade. I know we have had it rough but truly, I love you. I—”

“My mate,” I cut in gently when I noticed her eyes tear up. “I love you too.”

Her hand reached across the table, and I took it in mine, holding it tightly.

“You’ve been my strength when I had none. You’ve been my clarity when my mind was clouded. When I almost lost myself, you reminded me who I was. What I am.”

She looked like she was about to cry, but she smiled through it.

I stood slowly, pushing my chair back.

And then I went down on one knee beside her.

Aira’s breath hitched.

From my jacket pocket, I pulled out a blue box and opened it. In it was an elegant, silver ring with a crescent design etched into the side and a small sapphire diamond sitted atop it.

“Storm helped me pick it out days ago. Said it looked “like Mum.”

I held it out to her, voice trembling just slightly.

“Aira Zephyr,” I said, locking eyes with her, “will you do me the honour of making me the happiest man on this earth… and marry me?”

Her lips parted.

And the world seemed to stop, waiting for her answer.

“I…” She chuckled and lifted her head to draw in the tears. “I’m… I… Yes. Yes. Yes, Zade!”

Aira leaned into me, her arms wrapped tightly around my torso as if she couldn’t believe it had just happened. I kissed her again, slower this time, with everything in me.

The applause around us faded into the background, the rest of the world dissolved until it was just her—and the steady beat of her heart pressed against mine.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for that answer.”

She chuckled, her eyes a little glossy. “I still feel like I’m dreaming.”

“Well, if this is a dream, don’t wake me up,” I replied, grinning.

Aira’s cheeks flushed. “I still can’t believe it,” she whispered as we sat back down.

I couldn’t stop smiling. “You’d better start. You’re stuck with me now.”

She laughed, brushing a tear off her cheek. “Good. I wouldn’t want to be stuck with anyone else.”

Dinner went by in a blur of delicious food and shared memories. We talked about everything—from ridiculous Storm stories, to the first day we met, to the weird things our wolves used to do during full moons. I

t felt easy. Like nothing in the world could touch us tonight.

And maybe… for once, nothing would.

By the time we walked back out to the car, the night had deepened, and the moon cast a soft glow across the land.

The drive home was filled with calm music and the comfortable laughter of two people who had nothing left to prove to each other—only love left to give.

When we got to the house, I opened her door for her.

“Such a gentleman,” she teased, stepping out and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Only for you.”

She slipped her hand into mine as we walked through the front door. The house was quiet. Storm had already gone to sleep, and the staff knew better than to hover tonight.

I led her up the stairs slowly, hand in hand, neither of us speaking as we moved toward the room she had been staying in. But the moment we got to her door, she paused, looking up at me.

My pulse skipped.

“I don’t want to sleep alone tonight,” she said softly.

“You won’t.”

“Good. Because I want you, ade. I want you in every possible fucking way.”

My eyes flickered with something more than desire—hunger as I leaned forward and kissed her.

I took her hand again, this time leading her toward my room—our room now. I opened the door for her, and she stepped inside slowly, her eyes scanning the familiar space.

The moonlight filtered through the curtains, painting her in silver. She turned around to face me just as I closed the door behind us.

“I’ve never felt this safe,” she whispered.

I stepped toward her, my hand reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “You’ll always be safe with me. Always.”

Her lips parted to respond, but I didn’t let her.

I kissed her.

It started soft, reverent. But the moment she kissed me back, her fingers curling into my shirt, something shifted. The kiss deepened, grew hotter, messier.

Her arms looped around my neck as I pulled her flush against me, her body fitting perfectly into mine.

Her breath hitched as I lifted her off her feet and carried her toward the bed.

When I laid her down, she pulled me with her, her hands tugging at the hem of my shirt.

“Zade…” she breathed, her voice trembling slightly, filled with something between wonder and want.

“I’m here,” I whispered against her skin, pressing kisses along her collarbone. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Clothes were discarded piece by piece, not rushed—just slow, intentional, a language all on its own. Every touch, every kiss, every movement felt like a promise. A declaration.

She was mine.

And I was hers.

Her fingers tangled in my hair as I kissed her again, deeper, with all the emotions I couldn’t say aloud. She arched against me, her body so warm, her skin so soft.

“Aira…” I whispered against her lips.

“I love you,” she whispered back, breathless, eyes shining. “Forever.”