Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487: She’s Home

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Chapter 487

~Richard’s POV~

"She’s home." My wolf’s certainty resonated deep within me as I turned onto the quiet lane, my grip tightening on the steering wheel.

"We don’t know that," I answered, the words barely a whisper.

"She’s home," he insisted again, a low, unwavering conviction. "And if she isn’t, we’ll wait."

A frustrated breath escaped me. Showing up unannounced wasn’t my style. But since returning from the Lycan Kingdom, each passing hour had felt like an eternity.

The demands of Kaid’s affairs, the endless orders, the council’s persistent messes... none of it brought me any semblance of peace.

Not with Ella here, yet still emotionally out of reach. A fact Killian wouldn’t let me forget.

And soon, I’d have to return to that political battlefield, finalizing the council’s stake in the alliance for Kaid while he chased after love.

My wolf had been a restless shadow since we’d found Snow and Zara—since that terrifying night when everything had nearly shattered.

Ella had been fierce, resilient, scarred, and undeniably strong. The memory of Vera’s attack against Zara and how the same Vera had attacked and almost killed her first haunted my thoughts.

So, I’d found her a new sanctuary, furnished with care that mirrored my hopes for her comfort. It was a quiet street with strong locks and one of my warriors guarding her discreetly.

I’d paid the rent upfront, pressed the keys into her hand, offering no explanations, just a silent promise of safety.

But today, the pretence of distance had crumbled.

"You should’ve claimed her." Killian’s mental murmur was laced with impatience. "The moment she opened that door."

"She was raw with worry for Zara, Kill. Hurt, afraid... even burdened by a misplaced guilt for her friend’s disappearance."

"That wasn’t her fault."

"No. But Ella felt the weight of it. Had her memories been intact, she would have seen through Vera sooner."

"Well, that was your damn chance to make a move, to finally solidify the bond."

A loud groan escaped me. "Kill, how many times must I say it? You don’t force yourself on someone when they’re barely crawling out of hell."

"You didn’t have to force anything. But you left."

I pulled up to the curb, the engine’s low hum fading into silence. "Biting isn’t exactly a normal first step, you know. Besides," I added with a newfound resolve, "I am here now. I will claim our mate and earn her trust."

I walked up the steps and knocked firmly, three deliberate raps.

The sky bled into dusk, a soft lilac wash over the rooftops. My gaze flickered to my watch. 5:03 p.m.

"Please be home. Please," the silent plea echoed in my mind while I waited.

The door opened, and there she was.

Her hair a riotous twist atop her head, bare feet planted on the threshold, sleeves rolled high as if she’d been immersed in chores—cleaning, cooking, perhaps both. Her lips parted slightly as her eyes met mine, a fleeting surprise gracing her features.

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