Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 480

Chapter 480: Melvin Devereaux’s Return

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Chapter 480

~Zara’s POV~

"Then would you have me take back my scale?"

I swallowed hard.

I did not like the words I was hearing from Davion’s lips. What did he mean by that?

He had given me trials, and I had won each one fair and square.

My brows creased as I focused my gaze on him. "That would be going against your word, Dragon prince."

Davion smirked like he hadn’t just threatened Snow’s life in the slightest, even if it was indirectly.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a letter, sealed with the royal crest of the Draco line.

"An invitation," he said. "To the upcoming Summit. You will be expected there, as the acting head of your company and friend to the Alpha."

I didn’t take it. But I didn’t stop him from placing it on the edge of my desk either.

Davion leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping. "I’ll be waiting, Zara. My second in command, Vanice, always said I didn’t fight hard enough for you."

He straightened and turned toward the door. "This time, I will." He walked three steps and half turned, tucking his hands in his trousers pockets. "Tell Snow, the bond just got closer. He will feel every emotion I feel for you, his mate."

My shock must have flashed in my eyes and face as Davion smirked and with that, he left the room, leaving behind silence, tension... and the unmistakable loud sound of my heartbeat.

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~Melvin’s POV~

I should’ve killed her when I had the chance. I should have killed Zara Gold.

Even now, just thinking her name made something inside me snarl. I missed my twin, though he was a hairhead for falling into Snow’s death trap.

I clenched my jaw as the city skyline blurred past the window of my limousine. The roads were the same. The people were the same. But everything else had changed since the council interfered.

I had been so close.

I could still see her bleeding, helpless, when I had Ivan trap her. But they had stopped me. The so-called Dark Allied Council, with their iron-tongued diplomats from the Thorned Crescent, had declared her untouchable—unkillable until they got what they want from me.

"Deliver her to us, unharmed, if she falls into your custody. Do not engage otherwise."

Their order had been final. And for months, I’d obeyed it.

It wasn’t because I feared them but because I was waiting—waiting for my moment.

I’d left the city for a while, handled other matters—territorial squabbles, debts owed, and one particular bastard who thought he could swindle me. His blood was still on my boots when I landed back this morning.

And I hadn’t even had time to enjoy being home again when the special phone rang.

Only a few people had the number. Even fewer dared use it.

I glanced at the glowing screen and hit the button beside me. The soundproof glass between me and the driver slid up instantly, sealing me in silence.

Then I pressed accept.

Alpha Wayne’s face filled the small screen. Sharp cheekbones, cruel eyes, and that same smug look he always wore like a badge.

"Melvin Devereaux," he said in that gravel-coated voice of his. "I see you are back. Welcome back."

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