Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491: The Love Birds’ Visit

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Chapter 491

~Zara’s POV~

I hadn’t even dropped my keys on the entryway table before I sensed them—voices, ones I recognised and laughter.

Then his scent.

I paused mid-step, eyes narrowing as I toed off my heels and made my way toward the living room.

Sure enough, there she was—Ella—curled up on the couch, cheeks flushed with that unmistakable glow.

And beside her, lounging like he had every right to be there, was none other than Richard, the Lycan King’s Beta.

I blinked.

She was smiling at him—that smile that spoke volumes and love. He was smiling back.

I blinked again.

"Okay," I said slowly, setting my bag down on the nearest chair. "What the heck is going on, girl?"

Ella looked up, startled, but not guilty. Richard turned his head calmly toward me, lips twitching. I scanned the room instinctively, nose twitching for any trace of Kaid.

No scent. No presence, but then again, he could have masked his scent, right?

I exhaled. "One question," I said, levelling my gaze at Richard. "Did Kaid send you?"

"Zara, seriously," Ella groaned, already covering her face.

"I gotta ask," I said, lifting a brow. "Because there’s hardly anything that King won’t do to keep tabs. I mean, is there a camera in the fruit bowl? Should I check?"

Richard actually laughed, shaking his head. "No, I promise. I’m here not on his behalf." He glanced sideways at Ella, his voice softening. "I’m here with her."

My brows lifted. "Interesting. Please, sit."

"We’re already—" Ella started, but I waved a hand and dropped into the armchair opposite them.

As if on cue, one of the housemaids drifted in with a silver tray—snacks, drinks, the usual courtesy fare. I thanked her, but my eyes were fixed on the pair on my couch.

Ella looked... giddy. Too giddy.

I narrowed my eyes at her and took a slow sip from my glass of fruit juice. "Care to explain what’s got you all flushed and fluttery, hmm?"

Ella opened her mouth, but I held up a hand. "Wait. Let me guess. You’re pregnant?"

She froze. Richard blinked and choked on his drink.

"You guys already—?" I leaned forward dramatically. "You did it, didn’t you?"

Ella looked like she might melt into the sofa. "Zara!"

But I was having too much fun now.

"Oh my goddess," I said, eyes wide and mock-scandalised. "You have! Or wait—wait." I pointed a finger at Richard. "You haven’t, have you?"

Richard cleared his throat and turned his gaze anywhere but at me. "That’s... uh... private."

"Ohhhh, you haven’t," I said, grinning like a cat who caught the canary. "What are you waiting for? The next moon cycle? A handwritten decree from Kaid?"

Ella squealed and threw a cushion at me, but it missed and thudded uselessly to the floor. "Zara, please!"

I laughed, loud and full, the sound filling the room with something warm and bright that I hadn’t felt in days. Not since everything with Snow... and Vera.

"You’re too easy to fluster," I said, wiping at my eyes as my laughter died down. "I’m teasing. But seriously. You two look... good."

Richard smiled, this time more relaxed, like he wasn’t expecting approval and didn’t need it—but appreciated it anyway.

Ella, cheeks still pink, gave me a narrow-eyed glare. "You’re impossible."

"Did you forget what I was like when Snow and I started?" I smirked. "When we got newly married? The chaos. The teasing. The long, awkward silences in the halls. And then you! You literally screamed fuck him!"

"You made them awkward," she shot back. "And yes, I stand by it. He was a walking male testosterone, telling you he needed to be inside you, but you were... I mean the tension was just so..."

"True," I agreed with a grin. "But they were fun." I glanced at Richard, then back at Ella. "What do you have to say for yourself, hmm?"

Ella looked at me, and for once, didn’t laugh or scoff. Instead, she gave a small, genuine smile and shrugged. "I’m not sure what this is yet. But it feels... safe. And that’s new."

I nodded once, thoughtfully. "Then that’s all that matters."

No one spoke for a moment. Just the sound of the ice shifting in our glasses and the low hum of the house breathing around us.

And for that moment, we were all just... still.

Ella shifted on the couch, clearly bracing herself. That quiet kind of bracing, where someone’s about to say something that matters but is praying you don’t throw another metaphorical shoe at their face.

I narrowed my eyes. "Oh, no. You’re doing the thing."

"What thing?" she asked, too quickly.

"That squirmy thing you do when you’re about to say something major and hope I don’t make it bigger than it is."

"I’m not—"

"Ella."

She sighed. "Fine."

"More than the couple reveal?" I gasped. "Is she pregnant and moving in?"

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