Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow

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~Zara's POV~

Siona tilted her head, her brows raised. "Alpha Draven? That's a bold choice. His pack is reclusive. Powerful."

"That's exactly why," Snow replied. "He respects strength. And right now, we need someone like him on our side. If I go myself, as Alpha of the strongest werewolf pack especially in the whole Southern region, it'll show him this is serious. It's not just politics—it's survival."

I chewed the inside of my cheek, fighting back a dozen questions.

Siona, to my surprise, simply smiled again. "Then I suggest you pack more than one coat. The North is colder than you remember."

Snow chuckled. "I'll take that under advisement."

But beneath the light tone, I could still see it. The worry in his eyes. The dream lingered with him, haunting the edges of his thoughts.

"Anyways, want to go back up, love?" His eyes were foxed on me as he held his hand to me expectantly.

I gave it a brief tought before shaking my head. "I still want to enjoy tea first before heading back to bed. I'm sorry."

Snow smiled softly. He walked upo to me, held my back as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on my lips.

"Don't be up too long, love. I will miss your breasts." My cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he said that out loud.

"Snow."

Snow smiled genuinely. "We are adults and youa re my mate." He turned to face Siona. "I will leave you ladies to it."

And as he turned away to head upstairs again, I caught Siona's gaze one more time.

She didn't smile this time.

Neither did I because we both knew that dream wasn't just a dream.

Snow's footsteps faded upstairs, and the sound of the bedroom door closing settled the air between us like a curtain falling.

I stayed seated at the kitchen island, fingers wrapped around the lukewarm drink I'd barely touched. Siona remained across from me, her posture relaxed but her gaze anything but that.

She was watching me. Still.

"What?" I asked after a moment, exhaling slowly.

"You know what," she said, tilting her head. "We need to talk."

"I figured," I murmured. "I knew it was urgent."

"It is," she whispered abit firmly. "Zara… I think it's time you spoke to him."

I glanced up sharply. "Who?"

She gave me a look, the kind that said don't play dumb. "The dragon prince."

My grip on the cup tightened. "Siona…"

"I'm serious."

I leaned back, scoffing under my breath. "And how exactly do you suggest I do that? Travel back to the mountains? Get myself half-killed again by the Serpent's Crane or haunted by teh Forbidden Fog? You want me to go back to the Realm of Fire like it's some quick weekend trip? I doubt Davion would miss an opportunity to make me mine agan. All those midn games and…"

Siona chuckled lightly and amused. "Goddess, no. What era do you think this is? Besides, watching you complan is cute." She smiled cutely at me.

I frowned. "Then what?"

She lifted an eyebrow. "You have a phone. And you're connected, Zara. Make use of your brother and Snow's connection. Youc an even ask your mother for help. Get his personal call line and make the call."

I blinked. "Wait. Call him? Like... actually call him? You're telling me the dragon prince—Davion, wielder of storms and shadow, reborn flame of the forgotten line—takes phone calls now?"

"Yes." She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "The man's got a mobile number, Zara. He's old, not a caveman. Or did you not see their civilization?"

I knew instantly I had stupidly thought wrongly. I sighed. I let my fear of his protection into his realm cloud my thoughts.

I stared at her for a second, half-annoyed, half-impressed. "But t-that... is absurd."

"You've been to his territory," she continued, voice softening a touch. "Touched his scale. You revived someone with it. You carry traces of his aura even now. You think you can avoid him forever? That there's no tether on your side?"

I swallowed as my gaze dropped. The tea had gone completely cold. Now it wasn't about calling him which Siona pieced together.

I was avoiding him altogether because I was scared of the probability that Snow aas changing and in a way I did not like.

"I don't even know what to say," I muttered. "Hi, I think part of your soul is stuck in my mate, and you keep showing up in his dreams and mine like some glowing-eyed warlord?"

Siona smirked. "Start with hello. Don't think about it too much. It is quite easy. Let go of your fear and work your way up."

A breath of laughter escaped me despite myself. "You make it sound so simple."

"It's not," she admitted. "But it's necessary."

I looked down at my phone, sitting face-down beside the mug. My thumb tapped against the counter, restless. "I'll do it," I said eventually. "Before we leave."

"Good." Siona's voice was gentle now. "He'll answer."

I nodded, rising slowly from the stool. "Let's hope he doesn't burn the phone with his breath before picking up."

Siona just smiled. "Try not to provoke him and you'll be fine."

I gave her a sideways glance before heading toward the staircase to Snow's room. My fingers brushed over the phone in my pocket, and I swore I could feel heat pulsing through me.

Calling Davion wasn't going to be just another conversation. It was going to stir things we hadn't dared to touch for him.

And I had a feeling Davion would have just as many questions for me as I did for him.

Or simply bask in the glow of having me come for his help—again.

I reached the room to find Snow in bed but far from sleeping.

"Snow," I half gasped and quickly composed myself.

He held his hands like he was going for a hug. "Told you, I missed your breasts. Please bring them here. I want to hug you."

"No," I said firmly makinghis brows creased. "Because you called it mine.:

At the same time, our lips curled at the side, both of us understood each other.

"Bring my babies over," Snow commanded as smile spread across his face.