Chapter 2: Married
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CHAPTER 2
~Snow’s POV~
The phone call from my father had come in with the usual irritation and pressure he always brought.
His voice was cold and demanding leaving no room for negotiation. “Find a Luna by the end of the day, Snow, or your brother will take what’s rightfully yours.”
His words echoed in my head, a warning and a threat. I clenched my jaw, already seething at the thought of my older brother, the illegitimate son with his hidden agenda, circling like a vulture to claim the alpha position. I needed to act fast.
I slammed the phone down and buzzed my secretary. “Find me a woman,” I barked, my patience thinning. “Someone willing to sign a marriage contract for a year. I don’t care who she is, just get it done.”
My secretary stammered a hurried “yes,” and I could hear her heels clicking rapidly away.
Time was ticking, and every second felt like sand slipping through my fingers. I needed someone, anyone who could fill the role of Luna, even if just for appearances.
An hour later, I waited, pacing outside the floors of the registry office, feeling the seconds drag into minutes, my frustration building.
I called my secretary and her stammering made my chest tighten. I knew what it meant. There was a delay. I hated delays.
“Celia, where is the lady?” I asked through gritted teeth, holding back my rage as I clenched my fist.
“Sir, she’s…” I hear her gulp. “The lady had an accident on her way here and…”
I cut her off, my patience worn thin. “Enough,” I snapped, my voice firm. ‘I don’t have time for your excuses. Get me a replacement, now and send her to the marriage registry. I don’t care who it is, just make it happen.'”
I dropped the call and a few minutes later, my mum’s call came through. Finally, I decided I couldn’t wait any longer and shoved my phone into my pocket.
I would marry the next woman who walked towards that door if it came to that. As if on cue, a woman strode in—confident, beautiful, her eyes sharp and her movements quick, her wedding gown rumpled. Her presence was a challenge I felt in the pit of my stomach and Glacier purred in approval.
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“She’ll do,” my wolf stated as though I asked his opinion.
She walked straight up to me, her eyes locked on mine. “Are you ready to get married?” she asked, her voice calm, steady, but with a daring edge I hadn’t expected.
For a split second, I hesitated, then caught myself. This had to be the woman my secretary was sending. I let a smile play at the corner of my lips.
“To you? Always,” I replied, amused by her directness.
Her gaze held mine fiercely. “Great. Let’s get this over with,” she said, and before I knew it, we were in the registry, reciting vows I’d never meant to say.
The ceremony was fast, a blur of words, and when it ended, she turned to leave, giving only her first name, Zara. I handed her my business card. “Snow,” I introduced myself simply, watching her reaction. She didn’t flinch, didn’t blink—just took the card with an unreadable expression.
I asked for her number and she gave me without hesitation. “You’ll have to move in with me immediately.”
It wasn’t a choice, I know and I loved the way her brows knitted. “Huh… why?”
“You’re now my wife. Is my wife supposed to sleep outside on our wedding night?” Her brows lifted and then a small smile followed.
She was about to retort, probably but I beat her to it. “Don’t get your head in the clouds. I need to finalize the formal agreement papers as well.”
She nodded but her attention was elsewhere, already on her phone, sliding through the screen and typing furiously. Once done, her lips curved into a smirk before she glanced up at me, her eyes flashing with some hidden victory.
She departed, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had just married a storm. Moments later, I received a message from my secretary. “Sir, I’ve found a replacement. The lady is on her way to the registry. I’m so sorry!”
My heart skipped a beat, and a realization dawned. I stared at Zara’s name on the marriage certificate, feeling a wave of disbelief. She wasn’t the one I was supposed to marry.
I couldn’t complain. I was determined to marry anyone.
I chuckled, a slow grin spreading across my face. A woman who dared to take fate into her own hands? I’d chosen better than I thought. As I watched her leave, I knew this was going to be interesting.
I followed behind her. Just as she got outside at the last stair, Zara’s phone buzzed with a series of frantic messages and then a call. My enhanced hearing caught his desperate tone, demanding where she was and insisting they still needed to be married.
She paused, her face set in a stubborn expression and the next thing, she took a picture of her left hand now adorned with the ring she’d hastily bought. Either that or she was too poor and they were knockoffs, then she sent him a photo.
She glanced back at me, and I saw a glint of defiance in her eyes.
“Well,” I muttered under my breath, a smile tugging at my lips, “this just got interesting.”
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~ZARA~
I barely made it out of the marriage registry when my phone started buzzing like a swarm of angry bees. I glanced down, seeing Ivan’s name flash across the screen, over and over, like some desperate chant.
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A bitter smile curled my lips. “Really?” I muttered, scrolling through his frantic messages. He demanded to know where I was and why I wasn’t at the ceremony, insisting we still needed to be married. Married?
The nerve.
My thumb hovered over the screen for a second before I decided to end his delusions once and for all. I held up my hand, the cheap but shiny ring I’d bought on my way to the registry catching the light.
I snapped a picture and sent it to him with a message: I’m already married. Then I turned off my phone, sliding it back into my pocket. I wasn’t going to waste another second on that man.
I had a new life to figure out, and it started today.
I arrived at our shared apartment. Sigh, now I regret moving in with him eight months ago when he said he needed me. Turned out, he only wanted to ensure my love was his.
I made my way up the stairs. Each step felt heavier than the last, but I pushed through. I was done feeling sorry for myself. Ivan had made a fool out of me, but I wasn’t going to let him think he’d won.
I pushed the door open, the familiar scent of his cologne and their sex hitting me like a slap. I let out a bitter laugh. I wouldn’t be needing that smell in my life anymore.
I grabbed my suitcase and began tossing my clothes in, not bothering to fold them. My eyes fell on Ivan’s beloved television, the one he refused to let me touch.
Rage flared inside me like a wild flame. I picked up the nearest heavy object—a lamp—and hurled it at the screen. The glass shattered with a satisfying crash.
“Oops,” I muttered, not feeling even a hint of remorse.
My eyes caught sight of his laptop and I snatched it from the table. “You won’t need this,” I whispered before smashing it against the floor, again and again, until it was nothing but a pile of broken parts.
“Perfect. Shattered like our relationship.”
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I dragged my suitcase to the door, pausing to look around. This place had once felt like a promise. Now it was just a reminder of betrayal.
Just before stepping outside, my phone rang. It was a strange number. Before I could think, it ended, and a message followed.
Snow: Sending you a ride. Your location?
I chucked and replied. Just where did Ella find this call boy?
Chapter 3: Signed
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CHAPTER 3
~Zara’s POV~
I walked outside, my heels clicking against the pavement sharply. I stopped in front of Ivan’s car, his precious new shiny toy and my lips curled upward.
“Goodbye, Ivan,” I muttered, and lifted my heel, slamming it into the windshield. The glass splintered and shattered as the alarm rang immediately.
Satisfied, I walked away from the scene, left the remnants of our life behind and waited by the curb for Snow’s car.
He couldn’t do a payback. Upon my arrival, I texted Ella to come get my car from the apartment. I knew she had questions but I wasn’t ready.
She’d be here any minute. I hoped Snow came first. The car arrived soon after, a Bugatti La Voiture sleek and polished, exuding luxury and power.
I raised an eyebrow. Maybe I had underestimated the man I just married. The car door opened, and not giving me any time to think, a chauffeur stepped out, lowering his head.
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“Good day, Ms Zara.”
Oh I see, our call boy hadn’t introduced me to his rented ride? Whoever he was, I just didn’t care.
I responded to him and had my luggage taken from me. With the passenger door opened, I slid into the backseat, feeling the soft leather beneath me.
The driver gave me a polite nod and handed me a phone. “Mr. Snow would like to speak with you,” he said.
I took the phone, my heart suddenly pounding again. “Hello?”
“Zara,” came Snow’s calm, deep voice. “I’d like you to come to my house immediately. We have some formalities to take care of.”
I swallowed, nodding even though he couldn’t see me. “Sure. I’ll be there.”
The further we drove, the more I realized that Snow was no ordinary man. We pulled up to a grand mansion, three times the size of Ivan’s measly apartment.
I gawked for a moment before regaining my composure. Squaring my shoulders, I steeled myself against the intimidating luxury.
I was led inside, the lavish interior gleaming with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and ornate furnishings I’d never seen before.
I inhaled deeply. Having not had any of this experience in my past lives, I didn’t know what to expect.
I was shown into an elegant living room and asked to wait. I sat on the plush couch, trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened in the last few hours.
Snow appeared a few minutes later, his expression calm but his eyes held a sharpness and boldness that left me tongue-tied.
“Hello, Zara.” His velvety deep voice made my wolf react in a way that I knew all too well.
Astrid liked him.
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He held a document in one hand and a pen in the other. He moved with a calm confidence that unnerved me.
“Welcome to my home.” I attempted to stand but he stopped me, taking his seat opposite me. “Please, sit.”
Okay, I’m definitely killing Ella for doing this to me. I wasn’t prepared for this shit.
But I never showed it neither could I ask if this was all true or a ruse. I had my doubts but I would soon realize where my mistake lay.
I sat down, trying to maintain my composure. “So, what do we need to sign?”
“I assume you understand the importance of this agreement,” he began, his tone warm but calculating as he placed the document on the glass table between us and slid me a copy.
I tilted my head, meeting his gaze directly. “I assume you understand I’m not here to play games,” I shot back.
He smirked a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Good. Because neither am I. Read it carefully. I don’t like surprises, and I doubt you do either.”
I didn’t respond.
“This outlines our agreement,” he continued. “One year. We maintain appearances, but our personal lives remain separate. Any breach of this contract will result in a hefty penalty.”
“I’m not interested in anything beyond the terms we agreed on,” I stated firmly.
“Agreed,” Snow nodded, but the gleam in his eye told me there was more to this than met the eye. “Sign, and our contract marriage will be official.” He handed me the pen, his fingers brushing against mine for just a moment, and I felt a jolt of something I couldn’t quite place.
I held the stylish calligraphy pen, not even glancing at the papers. “Fine by me,” I replied and signed my name. His brows lifted in surprise.
I wasn’t afraid of what might be hidden there. I’d dealt with worse.
“You’re not going to read it?”
I met his gaze squarely. “No need. I know what I’m getting into. This is strictly business, right?”
He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “If you say so. But I should warn you, there are clauses—”
“I don’t care,” I cut him off, standing. “As long as you don’t interfere in my life, we’re good.”
Snow watched me for a moment, then nodded, seemingly amused as he stood. “Very well. I respect your straightforwardness, Zara. Welcome to your new life,” he said softly.
“Sure,” I stated indifferently.
“You might find it’s more than you bargained for.”
I met his gaze steadily, feeling a thrill of challenge ripple through me. “We’ll see about that,” I replied.
Just then, my phone buzzed again. I glanced down, seeing Ivan’s name flashing once more. Snow’s eyes caught the movement, and he raised an eyebrow. “Trouble?”
I let out a frustrated sigh. “My ex-fiancé. He can’t seem to grasp that I’ve moved on.”
Snow’s smile turned colder, sharper. “Should I deal with him?”
I laughed. His brows creased. I didn’t doubt him but this was my fight. “I can handle my problems, thank you.”
Snow nodded, but there was a glint in his eyes that made me wonder what he was thinking. He picked up his phone, dialled a number, and within seconds, the doors opened, and two men dressed in all-black suits walked in.
I looked at them, then back at Snow, frowning. “What is this?”
“Just insurance,” he replied smoothly. “To make sure our agreement is… protected.”
I stood up, my heart racing. “I don’t need protection, Snow. I just need space.”
He leaned forward, his eyes darkening slightly. “You’ve got space, Zara. Just remember, you’re my wife now, even if it’s just on paper. And I take my responsibilities seriously.”
A chill ran down my spine, but I refused to back down. “Good,” I shot back. “Because I take mine seriously too Mr…”
It was at this time I knew I truly fucked up. I didn’t check his card or bother to read the marriage certificate either. Neither did I know his last name.
Snow smiled a slow, dangerous smile. “I’m starting to like you, Zara. You’ve got fire. I think we’re going to get along just fine.” I was glad he didn’t hint at my earlier error. “Oh.”
“Yes?”
His gaze drifted to my luggage. I noticed the disapproving stare and I frowned. He dipped his hand into his pocket and handed me a gold card.
“That won’t do, Zara. Here. You’ll need to do some shopping. You can take the chauffeur with you later.”
“No need. I have…” he moved swiftly. In a second he was by my side and pushing the card into my hand. I glanced at it. I knew it. It was an unlimited card with only three in the entire country.
I lifted my head to look at him. He snapped his fingers and immediately two neatly dressed maids rushed in, lowering their heads.
“Please, take her to her room.” I was glad we weren’t sharing the same one. My thoughts soon hit fail.
“We should be sleeping together but all his is impromptu. I’ll need to prepare.”
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Prepare? For what? He wasn’t joking about our first night together?
“No need,” I spat.
“Okay then. We both love our space.” My jaw almost hit the floor. Wasn’t this the part where he should have cajoled me and said couples needed to sleep together, at least for the sake of keeping up appearances?
Guess he already mentioned to the staff. I sucked it up. It was better this way.
I managed a smile and as I turned to leave, my phone buzzed again, but this time it wasn’t Ivan. It was an unknown number. I answered cautiously. “Hello?”
There was a pause, and then a familiar voice. “Zara, it’s…”
“Clarissa.” My tone was clipped.
“Good. We need to talk.”
I froze, the shock and fury coursing through me all over again. “Oh, we will,” I whispered, my grip tightening on the phone. “Believe me, we will and soon.”
I didn’t wait for her and ended the call sharply. I felt intense stares on my back but I didn’t turn and let the maids lead me to my new room.
I had a new life to sort and now all I wanted to do was get out of these clothes and shower.
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Chapter 4: Cut-off
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CHAPTER 4
~Zara’s POV~
My room was bigger than I had expected. After a lovely bath in the en suite bathroom—large enough to be a spa by itself—I stood at the window, gazing out at the sprawling estate below.
I couldn’t shake the feeling of my death in my previous life. Cold dread made goosebumps appear on my skin.
I looked ahead. Snow’s mansion seemed to stretch endlessly, far beyond what I could see, its manicured gardens and towering trees hinting at wealth beyond comprehension.
I’d barely settled in when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. A glance at the screen revealed my mother’s name flashing. My stomach tightened. I knew this was coming.
I picked up the phone, bracing myself. “Hello?”
“Zara!” My mother’s voice was sharp, cutting through the line like a whip. “What nonsense do I hear about you marrying a stranger? And on your wedding day, no less!”
I sighed, keeping my tone steady. “I did what I had to do, Mother. Ivan—”
“Forget Ivan’s mistake!” she snapped, her voice rising. “Do you understand what you’ve done? You’ve jeopardised our family’s position. Ivan is the Gamma of the Ivory Crescent Pack! We needed that alliance to boost our pack’s standing and secure our business interests.”
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My jaw clenched. I knew where this was going. My parents may love me but they were selfish like that bastard. “I’m not going back to Ivan,” I stated firmly. “Not now, not ever.”
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. “Zara, you will divorce this man and beg Ivan for forgiveness,” she commanded.
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I chuckled. Where were my parents when I met my end, twice? Tsk. In the past she was always like this—forgive Ivan, ignore it, men are like that, he will come around or…
You are the problem.
Fix yourself.
Ivan is a good man.
Many ladies would like to be in your place.
Behave and stop your tantrums.
You seek attention too much.
Are you the only married woman? Look at your father and I.
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Her sharp voice broke me out of my train of thought. “We cannot afford this embarrassment, nor can we afford to lose our standing in society!”
I felt the anger rise in my chest like a wave. “No, Mother. I won’t. I’m done being a pawn in this family’s game.”
“Shut up, Zara. Do you know what this means for our pack, our company? We need him.”
“You,” I snapped, “you need him, mum, not me.”
“Zara do not test my patience. Leave wherever you are and go back to Ivan now.”
“I’m not going back to Ivan, and I’m not going to beg for anything.”
“You ungrateful—” she began, but I cut her off.
“I’ve made my decision,” I said firmly, my heart pounding. “I’m not a child anymore. You can’t control me. If you want his help, I’ll happily pave the way for you to marry him.”
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I knew I hit a nerve when I said that but I was past caring for her greedy ass. “Zara!”
“What? If you do not like that idea then perhaps marry the love of his life to him. I’m sure Clarissa would be more than willing to fill my shoes since she’d been doing that for a long time now.”
“Zara darling,” I heard my father’s strained voice. I shut my eyes, the headache coursing through my brain in waves. When I reopened them I clenched my right fist.
“Mother, If you can’t accept that, then maybe we should go our separate ways.”
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There was a long, tense silence I thought they’d get off my back with that. I hoped, but my parents were equally difficult and stubborn. I got that from them.
“Very well,” my mother finally spat coldly, “consider yourself cut off from the family company and all its resources. You want to be independent? Then let’s see how far you get on your own with your loser husband.”
The line went dead before I could respond. I stared at the phone for a moment, several emotions raced through me, anger and relief becoming dominant.
I had known this would happen, but hearing it still stung. I had just been disowned by my own family. Although not entirely but… what was left?
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I wasn’t the eldest child. As such they could easily do away with me. My older brother was to become Alpha after my dad. I was their only daughter. One would think that’ll count.
Fine, I thought, setting the phone down with a deep exhale. If they wanted to cut me off, so be it.
I would find my way. I had more than enough skills to make it on my own. I didn’t need their money or their approval.
I walked back to the bed, picked up my laptop from the bed stand, turned it on, opened a new document and began typing out my resume.
My fingers flew over the keyboard, fueled by a defiant energy I hadn’t felt in years.
Within an hour, I polished my resume and sent it to several top companies, including Aurora Conglomerate Inc., the most prestigious firm in the country, specializing in Renewable Energy, Advanced Technology, Luxury Real Estate, Finance, and Investment.
They were exactly the kind of place I needed to prove myself.
I hit send, feeling a rush of satisfaction.
I didn’t have dinner with Snow as expected. I had it brought to my room. Prior, when something emotional happens, I end up losing my appetite but after my rebirth, I pushed the pain back and focused on my meal.
The next morning, I woke up to a series of messages both from Ella and Ivan. There was only one from Clarissa and I didn’t bother checking it.
I went for Ella first. She was concerned, as any reasonable bestie. I texted her back, assuring her I was okay and married, thanking her for the rich call boy she sent.
I did not wait for her text and immediately switched off my phone.
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Chapter 5: Congratulations
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CHAPTER 5
~Zara~
I freshened up, changed and went down for breakfast only to be informed Snow had left for work. Glancing at my watch, it was just 7 a.m. and he was already at work. I didn’t ask what he did. I did not wish to bother myself.
Breakfast was laid out on a long table—fresh fruits, pastries, eggs, smoked salmon, milk, juices and grape wine. I took my time, savouring every bite.
Snow’s mansion was full of surprises, and I wasn’t going to let my family’s betrayal ruin this small pleasure. I ate slowly, letting the calm of the morning and the food distract me from the anger under my skin.
I finished breakfast, set my napkin down, and decided to explore. The mansion was enormous—high ceilings, expensive art, a library with towering shelves, a sunroom with exotic plants, and a gym filled with top-tier equipment.
The staff gave me polite smiles, curious about the new Mrs. Snow. I smiled back, determined not to feel out of place.
I wandered through the east wing, discovering rooms with antique furniture, a ballroom and a drawing room with a massive fireplace. Snow’s wealth was everywhere, and I couldn’t help but wonder what else I had to learn about him.
Outside, the garden was filled with paths, fountains, and a pond. As I wandered, I spotted a greenhouse tucked in the corner. Inside, it was warm and filled with bright, exotic flowers.
Relaxed, I turned to leave but noticed heavy doors at the far end, reinforced with metal bars. Why would a greenhouse need such secure doors?
A staff member appeared, looking uneasy. “My lady, is there something you need?” she asked.
“Just exploring,” I replied. “What’s behind those doors?”
She hesitated. “Those are private, ma’am. Master Snow prefers they stay closed.”
I nodded, filing it away for later. Snow had secrets—so did I. In this world, secrets were power. I just needed to figure out how to use mine.
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In the meantime, I decided to explore my other skills and spread my eggs.
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Evening came quickly. I headed to the dining room, not expecting to see Snow tonight. The long table was already set, candles flickering, their soft glow reflecting off the silverware.
I took a seat, feeling strangely nervous, my heart thudding a little harder than usual. I wasn’t sure why nor was expecting him to join me.
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But then, the door creaked open, and Snow walked in. I froze. He was wearing a simple white tee that hugged his muscular frame, every line and contour of his abs visible beneath the fabric, and black jeans that fit like a second skin.
My jaw dropped before I could stop myself, and I quickly shut it, feeling a heat rush to my cheeks. Astrid, purred in my mind, her voice filled with approval.
“Oh, we do like that, don’t we?”
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Snow noticed my reaction, a sly grin spreading across his face. “See something you like?” he teased in a smooth honey voice.
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I snapped back to reality, trying to play it cool. “You wish,” I shot back, but my cheeks were burning.
He chuckled, taking a seat across from me, leaning back casually, as if he owned the room. “I’m glad to see my new wife is already so captivated,” he added, eyes glinting with mischief.
I rolled my eyes, though a small smile tugged at my lips. “Captivated? Hardly. Just… surprised, is all. I wasn’t expecting company.”
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his gaze still fixed on me. “Is that so? Because I thought you’d be eager to see more of your husband after our… whirlwind wedding.”
I laughed, feeling a little more at ease. “You mean the wedding that happened so fast I barely remember saying ‘I do’? Yeah, that one.”
He laughed too, a deep, genuine sound that sent shivers down my spine.
“I’ll admit, it wasn’t the most traditional. But, we could always make up for it, you know, properly celebrate our wedding night,” he suggested in a low tone as though those words were for my ears.
I felt my cheeks flame, and I fought to keep my composure. “Is that your idea of a joke?” I countered, trying to sound unimpressed, but my voice betrayed me, slightly breathless.
He smirked, leaning back again, clearly enjoying my reaction. “Not at all. I’m serious. Since we missed it, I wouldn’t mind showing you what you missed out on.”
I nearly choked on my breath. “You—” I stammered, my face burning. “You’re impossible.”
He laughed again as his eyes twinkled. “I’ve been called worse, Zara.” He paused, watching me, his gaze softening just a little. “But really, tell me. Why’d you do it?”
I blinked, caught off guard. “Do what?”
“Marry a stranger. Walk up to me like that. You could’ve chosen anyone. Why me?”
I shrugged, trying to play it cool, but I couldn’t help the truth that slipped out. “Maybe I liked the way you looked,” I said, giving him a teasing grin. “Or maybe… I just didn’t have time to waste.”
He smiled warmly. “Fair enough. No regrets, then?”
I held his gaze, feeling the challenge there. “Not yet,” I replied softly.
His smile widened. “Good. Because I think this is going to be fun.”
I returned his smile, surprised at how easy it felt. “Yeah,” I murmured, “maybe it will be.”
After dinner, we said our goodbyes, and as Snow leaned in to whisper in my ear, I instinctively pulled back, afraid he was aiming for my lips. He smiled, muttering something under his breath before pulling away.
I didn’t bother trying to catch his words. I practically ran to my room, my heart pounding in my chest, unable to handle this new sensation that Astrid was clearly enjoying.
After my bath, I checked my mail via my phone. I received an email. “Congratulations,” it read, “You have been shortlisted for the position of executive assistant to the CEO of Aurora Conglomerate Inc. Please report to our headquarters at 10 AM tomorrow for an interview.”
A smile tugged at my lips. They had no idea who they were hiring. I was going to make the most out of my job.
The next morning, I arrived at the Aurora Conglomerate Inc. building, my heart racing with excitement and apprehension.
I stepped into the glass tower, the sleek, modern architecture was proof of the company’s power and influence. I reached the reception desk, gave my name, and waited.
Moments later, the receptionist led me to the elevator and through a series of winding corridors to a large, glassy office. She opened the door, and I walked in, my heels announcing my arrival before she did.
But as I lifted my eyes to see the CEO seated behind the massive oak desk—the one who I’d been told would be holding the interview—I froze, my breath catching in my throat. My heart slammed against my ribs, my mind racing to make sense of what I was seeing.
Snow.
He looked up, a slow, amused smile spreading across his lips. “Good morning, Zara,” he drawled, his voice smooth as silk, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I believe you’re here for the interview?”
My heart skipped a beat, then another. My new job… my new boss… was my husband. The room seemed to tilt for a moment, and I blinked hard, trying to process what was happening. This had to be some sort of joke.
I should have known. The signs were all there: the business card I never bothered to check, the contract I didn’t read, just signed, and Ella… she never sent him to me in the first place. How could I have missed all of this?
I felt heat rush to my face, my shock turning quickly into a mix of panic and frustration. Keep it together, Zara. I shut my eyes for a brief moment, steadying myself, my heart still pounding. My reckless attitude had landed me in this… this mess.
I opened my eyes and forced a smile, though my hands were shaking. Damn it. I was completely unprepared for this.
“Shit!” I muttered under my breath, but his grin only widened.
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Chapter 6: First Day of Work
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CHAPTER 6
~Snow’s POV~
I watched Zara’s expression shift through a range of emotions—surprise, panic and then, remarkably to composure. Her face was priceless—wide eyes and slightly parted lips.
I knew from how she treated me she had no idea who I really was despite all the hints I’d dropped. I almost wanted to laugh. She had no one to blame but herself.
Still, she quickly masked her shock, her eyes narrowing slightly as if preparing for a fight. I admired that. Zara was sharp, bold, and didn’t crumble under pressure. Most people wouldn’t adapt so quickly to finding themselves thrown into the deep end like this.
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But Zara? She squared her shoulders and met my gaze head-on, showing me she wasn’t backing down. Glacier purred in approval, already intrigued by her.
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He stirred with excitement the moment she walked in, the usual pull between us tightening, restless whenever she was near. She had that effect on both of us.
I leaned back in my chair, letting a slow smile spread across my lips. “Take a seat, Zara,” I said smoothly, gesturing to the chair across from me. “We have much to discuss.” She moved with confidence, settling in without hesitation.
As she sat, I couldn’t help but think back to the call with my father. He hadn’t taken the news of my marriage well. “You’re married?” he’d barked, disbelief coloring his voice. “What kind of stunt are you pulling, Snow?”
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I stayed calm, knowing this conversation was inevitable. “I’ve done what was necessary, as you requested,” I replied. “You wanted a Luna, didn’t you? I gave you one.”
“Necessary?” he scoffed. “You expect me to believe that after rejecting all the noble alpha daughters we sent you? I want to meet her. Tonight. Bring her to dinner.”
I knew then bringing Zara into my world would be like throwing her to the wolves—literally. But as she sat before me, spine straight and chin lifted, I realized she might be more than strong enough to handle it.
Zara’s voice broke through my thoughts. “You’re the CEO?” she asked, as if confirming it for herself.
I nodded, leaning forward slightly. “Surprise,” I replied, amused. “Still glad you married a stranger?”
She didn’t blink. “Depends,” she shot back. “Are you going to fire me?”
I chuckled. “No. I like my wife exactly where she is—right beside me. But there’s more you need to know.” I paused, letting my words sink in.
“Okay. I’m all ears,” she said, crossing her arms and leaning back.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” I continued, keeping my voice firm. “As your boss, I have rules—strict ones. I expect punctuality. You’re here before I am and you leave after. I don’t tolerate mistakes in my schedule, and I like my coffee black with one sugar, first thing in the morning. No exceptions. My meetings are to be prepped down to the last detail, and I expect updates on every project I’m involved in. Is that clear?”
“Crystal clear,” she replied, her expression steady.
“Good,” I continued. “Now, let’s talk about your job. After what I listed, do you still want it?” I teased, raising an eyebrow. “Or do you think being my wife is enough?”
Her eyes flashed with determination. “I still want the job,” she responded. “But are you going to give it to me, or was this all just for show?”
I grinned, enjoying her spirit. “What do you think?”
She thought for a moment. “The fact that we’re still having this conversation tells me you want me here.”
My smile widened. “You start today,” I replied, turning serious. “And you’ll start by proving you can keep up with my pace.”
“Today?” she repeated, surprised but adapting quickly. “No time to settle in, huh?”
“No, I’m not a fan of wasting time.”
She nodded. “Alright. I accept.”
The day passed quickly. Zara did her best to meet the demands of her first day, and she did better than I expected. When the workday ended, I called her into my office.
“You did well for your first day, but there’s still room for improvement.”
“Thank you,” she said, without missing a beat.
“Speaking of which, we’ll need to attend a family dinner tonight.” I watched her closely.
Her brows furrowed slightly and she hesitated. “A family dinner?” she asked slowly. “Why so soon?”
I tapped a document on my desk, emphasizing the word ‘contract.’ “You did sign a contract,” I reminded her. “And one of the conditions was… family appearances.”
I half-expected an argument, but she nodded. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll go. But I haven’t had a chance to shop, so I’ve got nothing to wear, thanks to your lack of warning.”
I raised an eyebrow, impressed by how quickly she agreed. “Don’t worry, we’ll fix that,” I replied. “There’s a walk-in closet in your room with everything you could need. All in your size.”
She raised an eyebrow, a slight smile on her lips. “Always one step ahead, aren’t you?”
“Always,” I confirmed, grinning. “But you’re catching up quickly.”
She laughed, a light, genuine sound that made Glacier stir with contentment. I found myself smiling back.
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There was something about her—something unpredictable and refreshing. I liked it more than I cared to admit.
“Let’s go home. We’re done for the day.”
“But you said I wasn’t supposed to leave before you,” she pointed out.
“Unless you have another boss you plan on serving tonight?” I replied, teasing.
She said nothing, just nodded and followed me out. As we walked, I noticed how confidently she moved, not bothered by the curious looks of the staff.
Tonight, I will see how she handled my family and see if she could play the role of Luna. As we stepped into the elevator, I leaned closer and whispered, “Prepare yourself, Zara. My family isn’t easy.”
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She looked up at me, her eyes shining with determination. “Good,” she smirked. “I wasn’t looking for easy.”
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A grin spread across my face. She kept my interest level high.
Chapter 7: Dressed to Impress
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CHAPTER 7
~Zara’s POV~
I wasn’t expecting much from this, really as I was exhausted from the day’s activities and I knew time wasn’t on my side. I needed to see Ella while her patience was still intact.
Ivan’s endless missed calls and texts remained unanswered. And there was Clarissa who wanted to meet me. For that, I wasn’t interested. I glanced at my phone just as we entered his car. Ella’s message glared me in the face.
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‘What rich call boy are you talking about?’ She was late. I mentally sighed and opened the message. ‘The one I hired complained he never met you. Zar, don’t tell me you ma…’
She added an emoji of shock following her next words.
‘Oh my gee! Were you kidnapped? Or did you stow away with a rich uncle?’
I nearly choked on my breath and burst out laughing but managed to hold it in and shut my phone.
Snow drove us home in silence, but I could feel his eyes on me now and then, as if he was sizing me up, calculating. I braced myself for what was waiting.
When we arrived, he led me up to a large room, pushing the door open to reveal a massive walk-in closet already filled with rows of designer dresses, shoes, and accessories.
I blinked, stunned. “This was… prepared for me?” I asked, turning to look at him.
Snow leaned casually against the doorframe, his expression calm, though I caught a flicker of something in his eyes. “Of course. Did you think I’d let you come to a family dinner unprepared?”
I smirked, stepping inside and running my fingers over the soft fabric. “It seems you’ve thought of everything,” I remarked, glancing back at him. “I’m almost impressed.”
He chuckled, but I could see he was trying to keep his distance, to remain indifferent. “It’s just practical,” he replied. “I needed to make sure you had what you needed.”
“Practical, right,” I teased, pulling out a black and blue gown that caught my eye. It was sleek, form-fitting, with a slit up the side that added just the right amount of edge. “How about this one?” I asked, holding it up.
His eyes skimmed over the dress and then back to me. “That’ll do,” he stated flatly but I saw a hint of appreciation in his gaze. “It suits you.”
I smiled, enjoying his reaction. “I’ll go with your choice, then.” I gave him a mock bow.
He raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his lips despite himself. “You might just survive tonight after all,” he murmured, turning to leave. “I’ll see you downstairs after I’ve freshened up.”
I watched him go and shook my head. He was a mystery, always trying to keep his cool, but I had a feeling I was getting under his skin.
Astrid stirred within me but other than that, there wasn’t any more noise from her.
With each rebirth, Astrid’s presence had grown fainter, but this time, her silence was more pronounced. Was she merely resting, or had she been wounded in some way?
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I tried to speak to her but was met with silence. Shaking my head, I decided to get on with things and deal with her issue later. As a lady, our dress-up time was longer than that of a guy.
After a quick shower, I slipped into the black and blue gown, letting the fabric hug my curves. The slit ran high up my thigh, adding a daring flair.
I let my hair fall in loose waves around my shoulders and applied a touch of makeup, just enough to highlight my eyes. When I was satisfied, I took a deep breath and headed downstairs.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, Snow was already there, waiting.
He was dressed in a crisp black suit, tailored to perfection, a deep blue tie that matched his sapphire blue eyes, which sparkled under the chandelier lights.
His rich black hair was combed back, giving him a sleek, polished look—like he’d just stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine. For a moment, I was almost breathless.
Once more, I felt Astrid awaken sluggishly. He had a huge effect on her, I must say.
Snow turned as he heard my steps and I could see his gaze lingering on me, taking in the gown, the slit, the way it moved with me.
His expression was carefully controlled, but there was no denying the flash of something in his eyes—surprise, maybe even admiration.
“You look… different,” he stated, his voice steady but softer.
I raised an eyebrow, descending the last few steps. “Is that a compliment, or are you just trying to find the right words?”
Snow smirked. “Take it however you like.” He stepped closer. Then, before I could react, he reached for my hand and gently slid off the simple ring I’d bought for our wedding. “This won’t do,” he muttered.
“What are you doing?” My voice caught slightly but Snow ignored my question and pulled out a small box from his pocket.
Opening it, a diamond ring with a pearl gem nestled in the centre stared at me and I was breathless.
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His voice cut through my thoughts. “Replacing it.” He slid the ring onto my finger with a precise, deliberate motion. “Something more fitting for my wife.”
My breath hitched and for a moment, I couldn’t find words. He looked up, his fingers brushing mine for a moment longer than necessary.
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“Your turn,” he urged softly, offering his hand.
I took the ring from the box, my fingers trembling slightly as I slipped it onto his finger. The gesture felt strangely intimate, like a promise neither of us was ready to break.
Snow’s eyes softened and he gave a small nod. “Let’s go.”
We turned and headed to the car, his hand lightly touching the small of my back as we stepped out into the night.
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The pack house was as grand as Snow’s mansion, if not more. Tall, imposing, and filled with a kind of heavy, old-world charm that spoke of generations of power and wealth.
We were led to the dining room. I could feel the tension even before we went in. Snow’s hand rested lightly on my lower back, reminding me of his presence.
As we stepped inside the pack house’s dining room, a hush fell over the room. Eyes turned toward us, some curious, judging, surprised and others wary.
Snow’s hand on my back guided me forward. I kept my head high, refusing to let the weight of the stares get to me. But then my eyes locked onto someone I hadn’t expected to see.
Ivan.
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Chapter 8: Family Dinner
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CHAPTER 8
~Zara’s POV~
What’s he doing here?
Our eyes met, and for a second, I saw panic flicker in his eyes. Ivan wasn’t expecting me. He hadn’t prepared for this. His face was pale like he’d seen a ghost.
Questions seemed to swirl in his eyes, but I turned away, pretending he was just another stranger, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. A smirk curled my lips.
But Ivan wasn’t having it. He shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Zara!” he hollered like a raging bull. “What the hell is going on?”
I scoffed. Before I could speak, he asked again, “Why are you with another man? You’re my fiancée, goddammit! Why are you coming here with my uncle?”
Uncle?!
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The words seemed to ring endlessly in my ears. Rather than respond, my smile broadened. Now this was just perfect!
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Eyes glared in my direction.
“Zara!”
I met his stare head-on, my voice loud and clear enough for everyone in the room to hear. “Ex-fiancé, Ivan. We’re done, remember?”
I could see the colour drain from his face and seconds later, anger flushed his cheeks. His gaze darted to Snow, who stood calmly beside me, unfazed by the ruckus.
“What the hell is this? What have you done?” Ivan demanded, his eyes darting between us. “What’s going on here, Snow?”
His hand shot out and he lunged forward, trying to grab my wrist to everyone’s surprise.
Before I could react, Snow moved between us like a shadow, his eyes flashing a dangerous red. I felt his wolf surged forward, ready to take over.
“You do not touch my wife,” Snow growled in a low voice deadly enough to make my skin prickle.
Ivan froze, his hand hovering mid-air, caught between anger and fear.
“She’s my fiance! My woman, Snow, not yours. We were to be wed a few days ago!”
“Alpha Snow to you, pup.” He hissed, his hold on Ivan’s wrist tightening.
Ivan gritted, bearing the pain. Since Snow wasn’t someone he could mess with he turned his desperate gaze back to me. His voice broke. “Zara, you love me,” he pleaded, almost begging. “Tell him. You don’t want this.”
A mocking laugh escaped my lips. “Love?” I echoed, feeling the word turn bitter in my mouth. “Did you consider love when you were screwing my cousin, Ivan?”
The room went silent briefly followed by stunned murmurings and a few gasps cutting through the tension. Ivan’s face paled even more, and he seemed to shrink from my words. He swallowed hard, his lips trembling. “Zara… I…”
“Save it,” I cut him off sharply. “We’re done, Ivan. Whatever hold you thought you had over me, it’s gone. I’ve moved on. Maybe you should, too.”
“With him?” I nodded. “Anyone but my uncle, Zara.”
“Too late. There’s no breaking off.”
Ivan’s jaw clenched as he tried to process what was happening. “He is the one you married?” he spat, still unable to believe it.
“You’re a little slow, aren’t you, Ivan?” I shot back. “Yes, we’re married. And before you make a bigger fool of yourself, maybe think about what you did… like crawling into bed with Clarissa for months.”
His face went pale, his hand dropping to his side. “Zara, you still love me,” he tried again, his voice weak. “You’re only doing this out of hate or revenge. It’s okay, I’ll forgive you. Just leave him and no one would know. He can’t force you.”
“Force? Forgive me? Stop it, Ivan. I wasn’t forced into this marriage neither did I do this to spite you. I didn’t even recall you existed until I saw your face now, let alone know you were related.”
Something changed in his eyes almost immediately and his facade fell.
He yanked his hand from Snow’s grip. “You expect me to believe that shit? For all I can say, you’re just an opportunist. Your heart is black, Zara.”
I snickered, shaking my head. “I’m glad you realise you’re no match for me.”
“Zara I…”
“Stay away from my wife,” Snow warned. “Or you’ll regret it.”
Ivan’s jaw tightened. He wanted to say something but he stepped back, clearly realizing he was no match for Snow.
A wave of satisfaction washed over me. I’d expected my confrontation with Ivan after my marriage to be tough, but I wasn’t expecting it to feel so… liberating. I glanced up at Snow, and he gave me a slight nod.
Just then a presence walked into the dinning room and I felt Astrid shudder and retreat to the back of my mind.
I glanced at the others and immediately they stood, their heads bowed.
Only Snow had his head lifted as the sound of heavy boots reached our ear first, followed by the silhouette of the owner.
At 6 feet 6 inches tall, an older version of Snow stepped inside, his height commanding attention.
“Alpha Storm,” they chorused. I gulped my eyes g;ud to the man in question — the famous Alpha Storm Zephyr, the former ruler of the Ivory Moon Pack and most feared Alpha in the continent.
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He stepped down when Storm came of age so that his son could be the ruling Alpha of their pack.
Even now, I forgot to breathe until his piercing gaze darted in my direction. I gulped but my eyes remained glued on him. Whether or not it was fear or boldness, I wasn’t sure.
He regarded me for a second — a mere second was all it took for him to assess me and averted his eyes to his son.
“She’ll do, Snow.”
And then suddenly his eyes twinkled, the side of his lips pulling upward in a smile. “For now all I can say is this…Weldone”
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I couldn’t put my finger on it but after that, Snow nodded and dipped his head. Alpha Storm gave the order and everyone lifted their heads, sitting just after him.
Snow and I took our seats right after. Even after I knew he was the CEO of Aurora Conglo… I did not put my mind to the fact that he was an Alpha and ruler of this pack until now.
Now I saw why Ivan thought I was an opportunist. I hadn’t even dug my fingers into the market after I left him, but in haste, I picked well.
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“Let dinner begin,” Alpha Storm declared and everyone dug in.
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Chapter 9: Illegitimate Status
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CHAPTER 9
~Ivan’s POV~
I couldn’t focus on dinner. Anger burned through me, making my hands shake. I could barely hold it in, struggling to believe what was happening or to make sense of it all.
How could this have happened? Zara—my Zara—married to Snow? It made no sense. It was impossible. I stabbed at the roasted turkey, shoving a big cut into my mouth, barely tasting it.
As dinner dragged on, I watched Snow and Zara from across the table. I didn’t bother hiding my stare. She looked composed, almost defiant, sitting beside him like she belonged by his side.
Snow leaned in occasionally, whispering something that made her lips twitch with amusement. My blood boiled in my veins. She was mine. Only I had the right to do that to her.
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Thankfully, dinner ended after the dreadful minutes that followed.
When Snow’s father called him inside, I saw my chance. Snow excused himself and followed his father, leaving Zara alone at the table where she barely exchanged light remarks with the other members of the family.
No one sided with me when Alpha Storm was present. The only one who would have was my father and grandmother.
Being the firstborn son, Snow had no choice but to accord my father that respect and his illegitimate status wouldn’t have changed that either.
Alpha Storm, my grandfather had sired my father before his marriage to his Luna who had in turn birthed two girls before the Moon Goddess finally bestowed her with an heir, Snow.
Unable to keep his mistress and Luna in the same place out of respect for his Luna, my grandmother was given a mansion far from the pack house in the city.
Unfortunately, neither of them graced the dinner. I waited, counting the seconds and thinking of the way I could approach Zara. When I mustered the courage and stood, the door opened and Snow returned.
I gritted. I’d lost another golden opportunity. Snow and Zara said a few quick goodbyes before they took their leave.
I didn’t waste another moment. The second they were out of sight, I pushed back my chair and rushed down the hallway, straight to my grandfather’s room. I knocked once and then burst inside, not waiting for an answer.
“Grandfather!” I shouted, breathless with anger. “How could you let this happen?”
Alpha Storm didn’t even look up at first. He continued to read through some papers on his desk as if I weren’t even there. Finally, he glanced up, his gaze was sharp, freezing me in place.
“What are you talking about, Ivan?” His voice was calm despite my outburst but there was an edge to it, a warning I chose to ignore.
“Zara!” I blurted out, my frustration spilling over. “She was supposed to be mine. Snow stole her from me, right under your nose, and you did nothing. You know she was my fiancée!”
Alpha Storm’s lips twitched slightly, not quite a smile. “Was your fiancée,” he corrected, his tone cool. “Seems you lost that right the moment you decided to entertain yourself with another.”
I flinched. “But—”
“But nothing, Ivan,” he interrupted, his voice growing harder. “How many times did I warn you? How many chances did I give you to stop your philandering to behave like a proper Gamma?”
My throat felt dry. I couldn’t utter any words of defence.
“You were engaged, yet you were more interested in chasing skirts than in maintaining a solid union.”
I shook my head, refusing to accept his words. “But Zara loves me! She was upset, sure, but she would’ve come around if Snow hadn’t swooped in and manipulated her!”
Alpha Storm’s eyes darkened. “Love? You think she loves you after what you did? You embarrassed her and humiliated her in front of everyone with your affair with her cousin. What did you expect her to do, Ivan?”
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I felt my face heat up. “I made a mistake! I’m willing to make it right. She belongs with me, not with him. Snow—he’s just using her to get back at me!”
I watched my grandfather lean back in his chair with an unreadable expression. “Snow doesn’t need to get back at you, Ivan. You’re doing a fine job of destroying yourself.”
I gritted my teeth. My anger had already past its breaking point and I didn’t care. “I know he’s your son but are you just going to let him take what’s mine? I am your grandson too or is it because my father is an illegitimate child?”
I noticed the change in his gaze. I should have stopped then but my wolf wasn’t letting me rest. Autumn was angry. He had a right to be. We were both wronged.
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My brows furrowed deeply as I shot the last straw that broke the camel’s back. “What kind of Alpha are you?”
The room grew colder as Storm’s expression turned icy. “Know your place, Ivan!” I finched, the warning was clear in his tone. “You forget your place. Snow is my son, and he is your Alpha.”
I threw all reason and respect to the wind, rechallenging him. “And me? Am I just another inconvenience?!”
“Considering your reckless behaviour, you’re fortunate to still be on your feet. Remember, your place in this pack is not guaranteed. Challenge Snow and you’ll face consequences you’re not prepared for.”
I swallowed hard. Alpha Storm’s words had cut deep. I knew he was right, but the frustration—anger—wouldn’t leave. “You’re letting him get away with this!” I nearly shouted.
Hurt flashed in my eyes at his favouritism. My grandfather’s face softened, just a fraction.
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“Ivan, listen to me carefully. If Zara wanted you, she would’ve stayed. She chose Snow. Now, you either accept that or you find yourself a new place to sulk. But you will not disrupt my house or challenge my son without cause.”
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I opened my mouth to argue, but the look in his eyes told me there was no point. My grandfather’s words were absolute. Alpha Storm had spoken.
My stomach twisted in knots, anger mixing with a deep, gnawing sense of defeat. I turned on my heel and stormed out, feeling his gaze burning into my back.
As I left, one thing was clear in my head and I was glad Autumn agreed with me. ‘This isn’t over. Not by a long shot. Snow might have her now, but he wouldn’t keep her. You know him. He gets bored easily. Zara wouldn’t last.’
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‘Definitely. Not if I have anything to say about it.’
Chapter 10: My Wife
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CHAPTER 10
~Zara’s POV~
The car was silent on the way home. Although I had expected Snow to question me about Ivan, to my surprise, he never uttered a word concerning it.
Snow focused on the road. Ever since we left the Ivory Moon’s pack house his expression had been calm, but I could sense the tension in his grip on the wheel.
“S…” My phone buzzed suddenly, breaking the silence. I glanced down at the screen to see a message from Clarissa.
Meet me at Century Wolves Club. Now. We need to talk. It’s important.
My first thought was to either delete or ignore her message but then I recalled something—this was a conversation that needed to happen. It was high time I confronted that sinister bitch for all the death plans she had against me in my past life.
One would have suspected that I had my past lives experience to go with and help me in this life. Too bad. I already altered the course of this life when I married Snow
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In the past, the only time I saw Clarissa after our wedding was when she came to my house bearing gifts of congratulations from my parents.
That night, Ivan hadn’t slept in our bed and when I went in search of him, I found him in the living room doing nothing. Much later, I discovered he had slept with her too that night.
I sighed and glanced at the text once more. My stomach twisted with irritation and a bit of curiosity. What could she possibly want?
I looked over at Snow. “Can you drop me off somewhere?”
His eyes flicked to me since we began the drive. I couldn’t tell if it was suspicion or something else. “Where?”
“I need to handle something,” I said simply, not divulging our meeting point.
He hesitated for a moment but then nodded. Snow waited till he got close to a good parking spot before stopping the car.
“You don’t need me to drive you to your destination?” His tone was casual but his sharp eyes watched me closely.
I shook my head. “No, I’ll be fine. I don’t want to bother you.”
I knew he wanted to say something but he kept quiet and nodded. Still, his gaze didn’t waver. “Okay. Return quickly, or I’ll send my guards after you.”
I could have just smiled and left it at that, but instead, I couldn’t help myself. “Why?” I shot back with a playful edge to my voice. “Is my husband missing me already?”
His eyes narrowed slightly, locking onto mine. I soon came to regret my words when Snow leaned towards me, his face just inches from mine. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me.
My breath hitched, caught off guard by the sudden proximity. I could feel his breath on my skin, the intensity of his gaze making my pulse race.
But he stopped just short, his lips hovering near mine. His voice dropped low. “Don’t test my patience, Zara. Be home at 9 p.m., sharp.”
His words warned me, but his tone dared me to push back. My heart raced with defiance and thrill. I swallowed, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks, but I refused to look away.
“Or what?” I was unable to help myself.
His lips curled into a slight smile. “Or you’ll find out exactly how much I’ll miss you.”
He pulled back slowly, his gaze still locked on mine and for a split second, I felt a thrill run down my spine. With a final smirk, he leaned back in his seat.
“9 p.m., Zara,” he repeated.
I bit back a smile, opened the car door, and stepped out, feeling the rush of cool air against my heated skin. As I stepped out, I watched him drive away before quickly hailing a cab. I had no intention of dragging him into whatever drama Clarissa was cooking up.
The cab took me to the club and I texted her. She directed me to a quiet, deserted street where she was waiting, leaning against her car. Her arms were crossed, and she looked as smug as ever.
I stepped out, approaching her with slow steps.
“What do you want, Clarissa?”
She sneered, stepping away from her car to meet me, perhaps too scared of what I could do to her car like I did her lover’s.
I smirked just thinking about it. Clarissa must have gotten the wrong idea on things as her word choice seemed to show how low her mental faculty was.
“So, you can’t afford a car after your parents disowned you and you married a wretch.”
My brows lifted. Did she say something?
Clairssa continued, mistaking my usual calm for foolishness. “Or did you sell your car just to pay your bills now?”
Her laughter was shrill like her entire being.
I exhaled slowly and took a good step forward, bridging the distance between us. “Sya that again,” I dared her.
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“Oh, you’re not just useless, you’re now deaf?” she scoffed feeling on top of the world.
If anything, the idiot should have seen that my outfit spoke of millions of dollars. Yet her thinking was that shallow.
Seems she was more blind than I thought.
“So basically you called me out to waste my time. I see your concept of importance is as low as your very being.”
I half turned, ready to walk away when her voice made me halt.
“No. I wanted to see the look on your face when I tell you that even if you crawl back on your knees, Ivan would never take you back. You can go die with your lowly husband.”
I felt a flash of anger but kept my expression cool. “Lowly, you say? You’re one to talk, Clarissa. Maybe you should focus on your own pathetic life instead of mine.”
Her eyes blazed and she lunged, hand raised to strike me. Instinct kicked in, I spun and slapped her hard across the face before she could land a blow.
I wished I had done that quite a lot in the past. She stumbled back, stunned, clutching her cheek. The disbelief in her eyes was something thrilling.
I was usually the quiet one, accepting whatever was dished at me because I sort peace and let myself get bullied by someone beneath my status.
“You little—” she hissed, but before she could finish, I landed another slap to shut her mouth.
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I saw a tear escape from her eye and scoffed. “Any girl who can take my man simply meant he was never mine to begin with.”
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My words seemed to have ignited her and she straightened her back. But my action next, she never expected it.
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I clapped, smiling, “Congratulations, bitch! You can have my thrash for all I care. After all, that’s what whores like yourself are only capable of keeping…used property.”
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My insult angered her. She lunged once more but before any of us could act, a deep familiar voice cut through.
“Who is going to come back begging?” Snow’s voice was calm but sharp as he walked toward us. “Zara or you?”
Clarissa’s head whipped around, her eyes widening in shock. She hadn’t expected to see him. “Al-Alpha Snow?” she stammered, scrambling to recover.
Good, she knew him. This made it easier.
“I-I was just… teaching my stupid sister a lesson. Trying to help her not be so stubborn and foolish…”
Snow arched an eyebrow, a slight smirk on his lips. He walked closer, closing the distance between us and to Clarissa’s horror, wrapped his arm possessively around my waist. “And who are you calling her lowly husband?” he asked, his tone deceptively light.
Clarissa blinked, confusion clouding her face. “Wait… what? Y-You’re… her husband?”
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Snow’s smile widened, but his eyes turned cold. “That’s right. And who are you to lecture my wife?” His eyes flashed red as his wolf surged forward, threatening to emerge.
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The air around us grew heavy as Snow’s alpha aura poured out, pressing down like a crushing weight. Clarissa’s face went pale, her wolf whimpering in submission under its force. Her knees buckled and she dropped to the ground, eyes wide with terror.
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“Please, Alpha Snow.” Her voice trembled. “I… I didn’t know…”
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The pressure intensified, and I could feel the power radiating from Snow, thick and intoxicatingly potent, like an invisible force pushing down on everything around us.
His wolf’s growl was deep and rumbling, vibrating in my chest, but Astrid stood firm within me, an alpha wolf, refusing to bow.
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Snow stepped closer, his grip on my waist tightening protectively. “You didn’t know?” he mocked. “And yet you thought you had the right to attack my wife, to insult her?”
Clarissa’s breath came in short gasps, her head bowed low, unable to withstand the sheer power emanating from Snow. “I’m sorry,” she pleaded. “I didn’t mean to… I swear…”
Snow’s aura flared even stronger, his eyes glowing a fierce red. “Know your place!” he growled and Clarissa fell forward, her forehead to the ground, “and stay away from my wife.”
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Lifting her head a little, Clarissa nodded frantically, still on her knees, her body trembling. “Y-Yes, Alpha.”
With a final, dismissive glance, Snow turned his back to her and guided me away, his arm still around my waist. At his defence, I felt a surge of pride and something else—something warmer.
As we walked away, I heard Clarissa’s shaky breaths and her wolf whimpering in defeat. Snow’s power had been overwhelming, leaving no room for doubt about who held the authority here. Only Astrid and I could stand steady under the pressure, and I felt a strange satisfaction in that.
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Snow’s fingers tightened around my waist as he murmured, “Are you alright?”
I glanced up at him, meeting his intense gaze. “More than alright,” I replied with a smirk. “Thanks to my lowly husband.”
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He chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. “You have a way with words, Zara.”
“Guess that’s why you married me,” I teased.
His smile widened, and he leaned down, whispering close to my ear. “Among other reasons.”
I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, but I refused to comment further, letting him win.
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Chapter 10: Third Time’s the Charm
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CHAPTER 10
“He’s late.” I rushed through the front door of the apartment, my heart pounding against my ribs like a frantic drum as I gathered my white wedding dress towards the staircase.
I glanced at my phone screen, clicking on his name, My Love, ready to make a call when I halted suddenly, a gasp escaping my lips as a sharp pain pierced my head.
A rush of dizziness swept over me, and for a moment, the world tilted like I was falling into another place, another time. I felt Astrid, my wolf, push forward, a surge of heat radiating through my veins.
My eyes flickered dark gold, and everything became clearer. I had been here before. I… It was my third rebirth. The memories of my previous life came flooding in, and I glanced at my phone. I snickered when the words my love glared at me in my face.
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“Time to change that,” I muttered.
My heels clicked against the steps as I climbed, faster and faster, fueled by rage. I knew what was behind that door. The past life crashed into me like a wave, the betrayal, the heartbreak, the humiliation—all of it.
Not this time.
I steadied myself, clenching my fists, and moved towards the slightly ajar bedroom door. My breath came in short, controlled bursts as I pressed my hand against the wood.
I could already hear the sharp sounds of pleasure coming from the other side. My stomach tightened, but I shoved the pain down, deep, where it couldn’t reach me. I pushed the door open just enough to see inside and there it was—exactly as I remembered it.
Ivan, my supposed fiancé, his body moving against another’s, my cousin, of all people.
“Fuck! Pound me faster, Ivy. Arrgh, fuck me hard and cum in me,” my cousin moaned loudly.
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The sheets twisted around their limbs, their voices filled with an intimacy that was supposed to be ours. My grip tightened around my phone, and I lifted it, the click of the camera capturing the sordid scene.
One, two, three pictures—just in case.
I glanced back at them. This time, the sheets had been tossed aside, their naked flesh in full display as he thrust in wildly.
The fury surged up from deep within me, no longer just my anger, but Astrid’s too. I shoved the door open hard, and it crashed against the wall. Ivan jerked back, his eyes wide with shock.
“Zara—what the hell are you doing here?”
The effrontery!
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“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” I spat back coldly, my hands trembling with barely contained rage.
He stuttered, his face turning pale, scrambling to cover himself, but I was already moving, closing the distance between us in two quick strides.
I didn’t give him a chance to speak. My hand swung up with a crack that echoed in the room as I slapped him across the face.
Shock flared in his eyes as he stumbled back, his hand flying to his cheek. He inhaled deeply. “Zara, please, let me explain—”
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“Explain?!” I cut him off, laughing, even though my voice was bitter. “Explain what, Ivan? That you’re a lying, cheating bastard? That you’ve been fucking my cousin behind my back?”
His face paled, but he stepped toward me, hands raised like he was calming a wild animal. “Zara, baby, you’re upset. Let’s just talk about this, okay?”
“We’re not having this conversation,” I grit, my fingers balling at my side.
“Today’s our wedding day,” Ivan voiced softly.
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“Is it or is it that of you and your side chick?” I shook my head, forcing back the tears that blurred my vision briefly. “You think I’m stupid, Ivan? You think I didn’t know? That I wouldn’t find out?”
“Zar, it isn’t what you think. Ivan loves me and…” I glared at Clarissa and she immediately stuttered.
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Her face was flushed with embarrassment and something more as she clutched the sheet to her chest.
“Look,” she tried to speak again, but I whirled around on her, passing Ivan. “Don’t even start, Clarissa,” I snapped. “You think I don’t know how long this has been going on?”
To my surprise, her facade fell quickly as she rose, the bedsheet draping around her. “Since you do, then you should know that he loves me. You are just the third wheel in our relationship.”
I reacted fast, slapping her across the cheek and she fell to the ground, obviously as an added effect to pump Ivan’s buttons. Still, I spat, “You’re pathetic. Look at you claiming a relationship when you are nothing more than a cheating whore!”
Her mouth opened and closed, and she looked away, tears filling her eyes, but I didn’t care.
Not this time.
I had been a fool for too long. I was lucky I had been given another chance. I wouldn’t waste it—not on these scums.
“Zara!”
I glared at Ivan. Something akin to anger flared in his eyes as he rushed between us, not caring if he pushed me out of the way to block her from me. Within seconds he was squatting beside her, checking her face tenderly, something that was meant for me.
I sneered and he stood back up, slapping me. “You will not speak to Clarissa like that. She’s the one I love!”
I blinked, lifting my brow in disgust. Did he just yell and slap me?
Why was I surprised when he was like this in my past lives? Clarissa this, Clarissa that. You can’t be like Clarrissa. She is the opposite of you. I prefer Clarrissa… Always freaking fucking Clarrissa!
I had enough.
My eyes burned but her held back. “And I? I am supposed to be what?”
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A smug smile formed on his lips and that same condescending wicked look I had seen just moments before my death, stared me in the face.
“You’re a piece of the puzzle. Someone I need but we can still make this work. Zara baby,” his tone changed instantly, “you love me. I won’t put you aside and I can still keep having her while you and I go for our wedding…”
3
I didn’t even think. The mere mention of our wedding day brought back flashes of our past lives—bad pasts and his selfish thinking made my anger flare.
With all the strength I could muster, my knee jerked up, hard and fast, slamming into his groin. He doubled over with a groan, his face twisting in pain.
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“You’re sick! There is no we. You made sure of that when you were balls deep in her,” I said in a cold, deadly tone and hissed, bending down to his level. “You’re dead to me, Ivan. Both of you.”
Ivan wheezed, clutching his groin, trying to catch his breath. When he noticed I was going to play his puppet anymore, he tried a different approach. “Zara… please… t-the wedding…”
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I couldn’t help but laugh. It was harsh and humourless. “Oh, there’s going to be a wedding, Ivan. Just not with you.” I yanked the engagement ring from my middle finger and tossed it onto the floor, the tiny diamond catching the light for just a second before it skittered under the bed.
I spun and marched out, leaving him and Clarissa gaping.
As I reached the door, Ivan’s voice followed me, desperate and pleading. “Zara, don’t you dare do this. You can’t marry anyone else!”
I stopped my hand on the doorframe and turned back to him, a cold smile spreading across my face. “Watch me, I’m done playing by your rules.”
I stormed down the stairs, every step filled with purpose. I knew where I needed to go. I knew exactly what I needed to do.
My phone was in my hand, and I was already dialling. “Ella,” I said when my best friend picked up, “I need a call boy. I don’t care who, just find someone and send them to the marriage registry, now.”
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Ella started to ask questions, but I hung up, not wasting another second. I burst through the front door, heading straight for my car.
Ivan wanted to play games? Fine. But this time, I was making the rules.
In my first life, I caught them cheating three years into our marriage and that day became my last when my cousin killed me.
In my second life, I stupidly followed Clarissa’s suggestion claiming I was too attention-seeking which was why he left me. I did the opposite.
You can already guess what… I lost him.
I had almost caught him cheating then but I was too blind by my love for him even when I saw proof and did not confront him. But in our fourth year in marriage, I discovered she was pregnant for him while I, he forced to take contraceptives claiming he wasn’t ready for kids.
In anger I confronted them but my wolf and I were weak. Ivan puhed me when I angrily hit Clarissa after discovering they’d fed me trace amounts of wolfsbane for months.
I lost my balance, hit my head against the edge of the bed frame and died due to excessive blood loss while my husband and cousin watched me.
I arrived at the registry, my heart still racing, but I was more focused than ever. My eyes scanned the viscinity until they settled on a tall, handsome man standing near the entrance, his posture relaxed but commanding. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his sharp, piercing eyes seemed to take in everything around him.
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Ella surely knew what I loved. He played his role well.
I didn’t waste a moment. I strode over to him with confidence I barely felt, my voice steady as I asked, “Are you ready to get married?”
His brows lifted slightly as he took me in, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “To you? Always.”
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And just like that, I knew I’d made the right choice.
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