Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483: Lingerie Shopping

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Chapter 483

~Zara’s POV~

I gave Aira a deadpan stare.

"Unless you want to," she added with a playful wink. "I bet Snow would love to see you in those when you arrive."

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep a straight face, but the smile broke through anyway. "Alright, fine. Let me call Tempest first."

Aira clapped like an excited child being handed candy.

I picked up my phone and hit the call button. Tempest answered almost instantly. "Zara!" Her voice was as vibrant and bold as ever. "Missed you, woman."

"It’s been what? A few hours apart?"

"Still. At least indulge me in my joyful mood."

"Fine. Holla." Tempest chuckled. "You’re really coming to Starshine?" I asked, leaning back against my desk.

"Just got off the express wing," she said. "Touchdown in about an hour."

"We’re thinking of meeting at the Crescent Mall," I said. "There’s a lingerie store calling our names, apparently."

"Oh yes," Tempest laughed. "That’s exactly what I need. Tell Aira she’s a queen for suggesting it. I’ll meet you both there by noon. And Zara?"

"Yeah?"

"Don’t wear black today. You need colour. Maybe crimson. Show them you still burn."

I blinked, then chuckled. "Sure thing, General."

When I hung up, Aira already had her purse in hand.

"I take it she’s arrived?"

"She’s in. She may want to visit Koda first before spending time with us."

"Lol, perfect. Come on, finish up a bit and let’s go for breakfast first."

Zara glanced at her watch. "I still have a bit of time. You go on ahead. I will prepare a few things and head for a quick meeting."

Aira seemed let down, but now wasn’t the time. I know spending time with the girls would take hours, but there was work to be done.

"Alright. See you around 11:30 a.m."

"Sure."

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By noon, we were at the boutique. The place was floor-to-ceiling elegant—soft lights, velvet drapes, and lace displays that looked more like museum art than garments.

We walked through aisles filled with silk and satin, sharing laughter that felt as if it had been lost and was now being rediscovered.

Tempest arrived shortly after, sweeping in like a summer storm. Her hair was piled high in an elegant bun, makeup flawless, eyes already scanning the racks with a military-grade focus.

"Ladies," she said, arms wide. "Let’s buy things our enemies wouldn’t believe we wear."

And just like that, the hours slipped into something lighter. Easier.

For a while, there was no meeting, war, wolves, or alliances. Just three women. A dressing room. And the kind of friendship that didn’t need explaining.

"Zara. Zara. Look at this one."

Aira held up a striking red two-piece outfit that looked like it could fit in a royal bedroom or on the pages of a magazine that most good daughters would never admit to buying.

The lace was incredibly delicate, almost see-through in spots, and the little satin ribbons dangling from the garter belt practically shouted, "Take me off slowly."

I blinked. "That’s not even underwear. That’s... lingerie cosplay."

"Exactly!" Aira’s grin stretched from ear to ear. "You’ve been CEO, Queen Luna, and Divine Alpha. Now it’s time for your villain arc—seductress edition."

Tempest came up behind her holding something even worse—or better, depending on perspective. It was black lace, thong-style, cropless, with tiny silver chains at the side that glinted in the soft boutique lights.

I choked on my own breath. "Tempest!"

"What?" She asked in mock surprise, looking way too proud of herself. "It’s functional. Fashionable. Deadly. Snow’s going to take one look at you in this and forget whatever noble oath he made this morning."

Aira leaned over and added in a whisper, "He’s not going to make it out of your office if he sees that under your blazer. I bet he’d bend you right over the desk—papers flying, assistant traumatized, full chaos mode."

Tempest snorted. "If there’s one thing Snow knows how to do, it’s claim what’s his. And I bet he’s had to hold back for weeks. Show him this, and he’ll let go."

I tried to wave them off with mock indignation, but heat was already creeping up my neck. "Okay, okay. That’s enough."

But they saw through it.

Aira’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Hold on... wait. You have had office sex, haven’t you?"

Tempest gasped, then grinned like she’d been handed front-row tickets to drama night. "Oh my goddess, Zara, you naughty—where? On the desk? Chair? Conference table?"

I didn’t stop. "Tell me—how was fucking Ivan behind my back while I was dating him? Did he cry after? Or were you just the warm body until he got bored again?"

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