Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 484

Chapter 484: The Heterochromia Eyes

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Chapter 484

~Draven’s POV~

The next morning came not with fanfare, but with the soft roll of fog curling over the mountains.

Dawn light filtered through the heavy curtains in streaks of pale gold. My estate was already stirring—footsteps in the halls, faint voices in the distance, and servants moving with quiet urgency.

I arrived in the dining wing early, but Snow was even earlier still.

He sat at the end of the long table, sipping a black coffee that steamed gently in the cool morning air.

His coat was draped over the back of his chair, and his shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows, exposing the runes etched faintly into his skin—remnants of oaths, bloodlines, and wars past.

"Morning," I greeted.

"Draven. Morning.’

Two words. No pleasantries. Straight to it. I appreciated that.

I sat across from him as a server entered silently and placed a platter of warm bread, roasted meats, and boiled eggs between us. A bowl of fruit followed.

We ate with the kind of quiet only two battle-worn alphas could share—every movement efficient, calm, measured.

Snow set his fork down first. "About what we discussed last night."

I nodded, wiping my hands with the edge of the linen napkin. "I’m listening."

"I hope you’ve had time to sleep on it."

I inclined my head slightly. "I have."

"Good," he said. "Because it’s time for an answer." His gaze locked onto mine. No heat, no pressure. Just the truth. "Will you join the alliance and help rid this kingdom of the rogue threat once and for all?"

There was no hesitation in his tone, no soft approach. Snow didn’t ask questions, he wasn’t ready to answer himself.

I leaned back slightly, fingers steepled. The answer had already taken root in me the moment I saw those maps last night.

"Yes," I said clearly. "I will."

Snow didn’t nod immediately, but I saw the way his jaw relaxed by a fraction.

"I told you yesterday," I continued, "the old council members of Etheria—those who still hold sway over the neutral zones—can be contacted. They still remember the oaths made after the Ashfall Wars."

"Do you think they’ll answer?"

"For you? For Zara?" I gave him a hard look. "Yes. If they believe this threat is real, they’ll come."

"They’ll believe it," Snow said simply. "I’ll make sure of it. I will show them proof."

"I don’t think that would be too much trouble. I believe everyone had been touched one way or the other by the Thorned Crescent.

We stood and moved from the dining wing through a private corridor, the hall bathed in the hush of early light. No guards followed. There was no need.

My study was a large chamber, lined with towering shelves of scrolls and books older than most kingdoms. A long oak table stretched near the window, already covered in open folders and ink-marked parchments.

Once the door shut behind us, Snow walked straight to the far side and placed a stack of documents down, then turned. "Before we call the others, I want to speak about Zara."

I looked up at him, surprised—but only slightly.

"What about her?"

"She’s the reason most of this is holding together," he said, his voice quiet but certain. "But she’s also carrying more than any Alpha should. She’s facing every side of this war: the alliance, the rogues... and still making out time to ask if I have eaten."

A faint smile tugged at my lips, but I didn’t interrupt.

"I don’t want her to burn for this kingdom, Draven. I want her to win. And to do that, we can’t just support her. We need to amplify her."

I nodded once. "I understand."

"She’s not the kind to ask for help. But she built this alliance. She laid the foundation. If it falls, she’ll blame herself even when it’s not her fault."

"And that’s what makes her the kind of leader we need," I replied. "Zara doesn’t rule through fear. She rules through presence. Through intention. And she reminds me of her father as well as her mother."

"She’s also going to kill someone if another rogue attacks again or those dark witches."

I laughed, and it broke the tension enough for both of us to breathe a little deeper.

"Then it’s settled," Snow said, stepping toward the communicator panel on the far wall. It was lined with rune-etched stones, their symbols glowing faintly beneath his touch.

"I’ll summon some of the Alphas from our council back in the day. Alexander, Xavier, Zeno, and the others. If they see us—Draven and Snow—on the same side of the war table, they’ll listen. And if they don’t..."

"They’ll fall in line," Snow finished calmly. "Because this time, we’re not negotiating peace. We’re declaring war on the ones who think chaos is strategy."

I nodded. "Exactly."

I called each of the alphas one by one. Each call sent a signal—an invitation and a summons and made a group call to speak to them.

A meeting of war.

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~Snow’s POV~

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