h4Chapter 503: Celebration/h4

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    strongChapter 503/strong

    strong~Valerie’s POV~/strong

    "Snow," I whimpered. "I’m going to cum," I moaned.

    "That’s it, love," Snow said, his dick mming into me, his balls smacking against me.

    "Ohhh, God, Snow, please," I whimpered.

    "Shhh, it’s okay, Zara," Snow cooed, and then he pulled out and buried his face between my legs. His mouth sucked and licked and nibbled on my clit.

    I could feel the tears gathering at the edge of my eyes as I came for the umpteenth time that night.

    "Ohhhh, Snow, God, please, don’t stop, yes, please don’t stop," I begged, and his mouthtched onto my clit, sucking on it and drying me off at the same time.

    "Mmmm," he hummed, his tongue licking and tasting me, his hands massaging my breasts.

    "Fuck, Snow," I whimpered, as the wave of pleasure crashed into me, and the orgasm exploded inside me.

    Snow finally pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses across my skin.

    "God, I love the way you taste, Zara," he whispered, then kissed my neck.

    I smiled. "I love the way you make me feel, Snow. God knows I missed you and every bit of you."

    "Good, because we’re not done yet," he whispered.

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    strong~Snow’s POV~/strong

    —A Couple of Hours Later—

    "If they pull up with another surprise visit, I swear I’m pretending to be dead," I muttered, half-buried in the sheets as the distant sound of tires rolled up the estate’s gravel path.

    The room was bathed in a soft amber hue. Thest fingers of sunlight slipped through the curtains, painting golden lines across Zara’s bare back.

    The air still smelled faintly of her skin, of sweat, sex, of hours spent wrapped in each other with no need for time or titles.

    Iy on my back, breath steady, one arm around Zara’s waist as her leg draped across mine. She slept soundly beside me, her hair a tousled halo across the pillow.

    Her skin was soft, flushed, and glowing in that way she always did after we’d made love—hours of it, with no restraint and no rush.

    A sudden distant vroom of an engine stirred the silence, followed by the low purr of tires crunching the gravel outside the estate.

    A car.

    I didn’t want to move.

    But someone had arrived.

    I groaned softly, rubbing my eyes before ncing at the wall clock. "Evening already..."

    Beside me, Zara let out a contented sigh, burying her face deeper into the pillow.

    I leaned in, brushing hair off her cheek. "Love," I murmured. "There’s someone downstairs."

    She didn’t budge.

    Typical.

    I smirked to myself and shifted down the bed, slowly trailing kisses from her navel to her chest.

    Zara let out a faint whimper when my mouth closed around one of her nipples, tongue flicking the sensitive peak.

    "Mmm... Snow..." she mumbled, one handzily reaching for my head.

    I took my time, alternating between both breasts, teasing her back to consciousness. She stirred again, hips shifting under the sheets, body reacting even before her mind was fully awake.

    "You’re not ying fair," she said through a sleepy giggle.

    I pulled back just slightly, licking my lips. "Never said I would."

    Her fingers curled around mine as I moved up and kissed the corner of her mouth.

    "Who’s here?" she asked, voice still groggy but more alert now.

    I sat up, stretching. "I can already sense Aira. And Little Storm. They’re downstairs. Tempest, too."

    She blinked. "Seriously?"

    "Seriously. And unless you want them barging in here," I said, rising from the bed, "we need to clean up before theye looking for us."

    Zara yawned, arms stretching above her head, sheets slipping down her chest as she mumbled, "Okay... okay. But you’re washing my back."

    "That was always the n."

    Zara chuckled lightly. "Only heavens know if they haven’t alreadye to check up on us when we were sleeping."

    "Well, it wouldn’t be the first time," I said with a shrug. We bothughed as I helped her out of bed. Her legs were wobbly, and she gave me a mock re as I smirked.

    "You did this," she muttered.

    "Proud of it," I replied, catching her waist as we headed into the bathroom.

    The hot water was already running by the time she stepped into the walk-in shower. I followed right after, wrapping my arms around her from behind.

    We didn’t speak much—just let the silence and warm water wash away the heat of the day and the intensity of what we’d shared.

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    strong~Zara’s POV~/strong

    By the time we finished showering and changed intofortable clothes—Snow in a ck tee and joggers, me in a soft knit dress that hugged just enough—we made our way downstairs with our fingers intertwined.

    I didn’t expect anything unusual. Honestly, I thought we’d maybe find Aira snacking in the kitchen and Little Storm chasing his tail somewhere around the living room rug.

    Instead—

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    We both halted in the doorway to the main hall.

    The lights had been dimmed and reced with warm string lights across the ceiling beams.

    A low table in the center was stacked with food—grilled meats, roasted vegetables, fruit trays, and enough pastries to make a bakery jealous.

    A few bottles of wine and sparkling juice stood tall beside tes already being picked at.

    Zade was leaning casually against the couch’s armrest, Tempest sat with his usual calm smirk, and Andrew ke—gods bless his vibrant energy—was holding a noise maker in one hand like a kid at a carnival.

    Little Storm ran around him in circles,ughing, with Aira right behind him, giggling as she tried to keep up.

    "Oh my Goddess," I whispered.

    Snow chuckled beside me. "You all actually threw a party?"

    "It’s not every day the wandering Alpha returns from war councils, priestess consultations, and magical makeovers," Andrew quipped, stepping forward and handing Snow a ss of something gold and fizzy while winking at his hair. "So yeah. We celebrate."

    Tempest gave a small shrug. "You’ve been missed. Even more than Zara’s cinnamon cookies."

    "Hey!" I huffed, smacking her arm yfully.

    Snow looked around at everyone, eyes slightly wide but smiling—genuinely this time. "You guys really didn’t have to."

    "But we wanted to," Aira added, walking up and hugging him. "It’s not just that you’re back. It’s that you made it back... still Snow."

    Snow’s eyes flicked to mine briefly—just for a second—and I knew he felt it too. The weight of her words. Still Snow.

    He reached out, scooped little Storm into his arms as the boy squealed, and ruffled his hair. "Missed you, troublemaker."

    Storm grinned. "Mom says I get to stay upte tonight ’cause it’s a celebration!"

    "That’s right," Aira said, tossing a wink our way. "And no one’s allowed to bring up politics, war, or rogue sightings for the rest of the night. Tonight’s for drinks, food, and stories."

    Zade raised a brow. "You got stories, Snow?"

    He lowered Storm gently onto the couch and walked over to the food table, grabbing a piece of grilled chicken.

    "More than I can tell in one night. But I’ll start with the one where Zeno and the ohers tried to win against me in a game and I won..."

    Everyone burst intoughter.

    The night moved in a slow, happy rhythm after that. Music yed low in the background.

    The maids and my chauffeur, Scott, were also included in the celebration. Although they were inside the kitchen, Snow ordered them toe and join everyone.

    Aira and I danced briefly while Tempest tried not to look like he was enjoying himself. Zade told one of his old training stories that made Andrewugh so hard he choked on wine.

    And Snow—he looked peaceful. Lighter. For the first time in weeks, he could breathe again.

    We were just finishing dessert when Andrew, half-lounging on the couch and swirling a half-ss of rosé, looked between us with a grin that was far too suspicious.

    "So," he said. "Not to ruin the mood or anything..." His hands were spread to the side dramatically.

    I narrowed my eyes. "Here ites."

    Andrew wiggled his brows yfully before asking, "But when are you two giving us a Snow Junior or Zara Mini?"

    I nearly spit out my drink.

    Zade cackled, Tempest raised his brow, and Aira covered Storm’s ears instinctively even though the boy was already too busy trying to feed whipped cream to a stuffed animal to care.

    Snow didn’t even flinch. He just leaned back, rested one arm along the top of the couch behind me, and replied smoothly—

    "When I re-ask her to marry me."

    The room went silent for a breath and my heart stuttered. I hadn’t expected that question today, but I guess it was expected.

    No... I should have already been expecting it, especially since we had been making love and having sex in every way we could and getting cum inside me.

    Then Andrew’s eyes widened, lips parting in shock. "Wait—ire-ask/i? Are you—did you—?"

    Snow turned to me, and the look in his eyes made my breath catch. It wasn’t performative or teasing. Just real.

    "We did things our way," he said gently, voice only for me now. "But I never asked you properly. Not really. Not the way I wanted to. Also, I messed up and we divorced, so... it is only natural to do so."

    I swallowed, suddenly way too aware of how quiet the room was. "And what if I say no?" I whispered, the corner of my lips twitching.

    Snow grinned. "Then I’ll keep asking. Every day."

    I didn’t answer him with words. I kissed him.

    Theughter, the teasing, the half-shoutedments came afterwards, but for a moment, it was just us again.

    And no matter what changed, or what magic bonded him to something ancient and powerful... Snow was still mine.

    And I was still his.