Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 479

Chapter 479: Unexpected Visitors

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Chapter 479

~Zara’s POV~

I flew from behind the desk and crossed the room in seconds, throwing my arms around him.

Andrew caught me easily, squeezing tightly. "Gods, it’s good to see you. You’re still taller than me, I see."

"Lies," I said, laughing into his shoulder. "Don’t let the heels deceive you. You are still taller. But who knows, maybe you’ve grown shorter." Zara giggled.

"Impossible. I’m the pride of the family’s gene pool."

I pulled back to look at him. "You returned from your travel without warning?"

"Had to. Things are shifting, Zara. Zade said I was needed here."

"True, he is right. I’ve got news you’re going to want to hear."

Andrew’s smile faltered just a little. I stepped back. "News?"

Andrew’s eyes darkened slightly. "Yeah. It’s about—"

A knock cut through the air and I groaned inwardly, rubbing my forehead. "Not now."

Taylor stepped in through the door, smiling, though I could see the exhaustion behind her eyes. "Ma’am," she said carefully.

"Yes?" I replied, already dreading the interruption.

"There’s someone here to see you."

"I’m currently busy," I informed her, my tone sharper than I intended.

"But ma’am..."

I sighed. "Did they book an appointment?"

"No."

"Then tell them Snow isn’t on seat and—"

"He specifically asked for you and Mr. Zephyr, ma’am," Taylor interrupted quickly, like she knew I’d shut the door on this otherwise. "He said it was urgent."

I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes. "What kind of urgent matter doesn’t come with a name or business?"

Just when I thought I had all I needed to shut this down, Taylor added in a hushed voice, "He’s a royal, ma’am. From an allied kingdom at that."

That stopped me.

A royal?

I glanced at Andrew. He only shrugged, mouthing probably Kaid before stretching out one long leg and settling into the couch like we weren’t seconds away from being pulled into something.

Again.

I sighed, waving my hand. "Fine. Let him in."

Turning to Andrew, I whispered, "If it’s Kaid, this won’t take long. I’m sorry, we’ll continue soon, don’t be mad."

"Me? Never," he replied easily.

Then the knock came again, heavier this time and soon the door opened to reveal my visitor.

And the moment my eyes landed on the figure walking in, the air left my lungs.

Silver hair—long, silken, and tipped with soft streaks of violet—flowed over his shoulders like moonlight over still water.

His tuxedo, tailored to sharp perfection in obsidian black and silver trim, fit his broad frame as if it had been sculpted for him.

Every inch of him exuded grace, but with that deadly stillness only the ancient bloodlines carried.

But it was his eyes that did it.

One violet. One cold blue. Time rewound.

"Hello, Zara," Davion said, his voice smooth and intimate, as if we hadn’t lost days between us.

And not just any dragon. The dragon. Prince of the Obsidian Flame, heir to the most feared and respected bloodline in the draconic realms.

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