Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Layling Low or Not...?

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Chapter 215

~Aira’s POV~

I blinked when she heard my mother’s words. "She’s expected to host and plan it this year. It’s a test, Aira. One she can’t afford to fail."

I frowned slightly, the weight of my mom’s words settling over me. "You think Zara’s ready for that?"

"She has to be," Mom said firmly. "This isn’t just about her role as Luna—it’s about the pack’s unity and her acceptance as one of us. Snow can’t shield her from this responsibility forever. She has to prove herself."

I nodded slowly. "I’ll let her know," I promised.

"Good," Mom replied, her voice softening again. "You’re a good sister, Aira. Be there for her and Snow."

The call ended, and I sat there for a moment, processing the news. Hosting and planning the pageant wasn’t just a task; it was a monumental challenge.

But if there’s any werewolf I know who could rise to the occasion, it was Zara.

A small smile crept onto my face as I stood, my excitement building. I couldn’t wait to see her reaction. Without wasting another second, I hurried upstairs to her room.

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~Kane’s POV~

The hotel room reeked of antiseptic, and I groaned in frustration as the doctor dabbed at the wound on my side.

Every movement sent a fresh wave of pain coursing through my body, a sharp reminder of my encounter with Draven and Snow’s warriors.

I clenched my fists, the memory of that day flashing vividly in my mind. The chase had been relentless, and I had barely escaped with my life.

I could still hear the shouts of Snow’s warriors and feel the earth tremble beneath their pounding feet.

The edge of the cliff was ahead, my only option for survival. Without a second thought, I had jumped, plunging into the icy waters below.

"Hold still," the doctor muttered in a clipped tone.

"Enough," I growled, shoving his hand away. "You’ve done enough. Leave."

The doctor hesitated, but one look at the anger blazing in my eyes had him gathering his supplies and retreating quickly.

The door clicked shut behind him, and I leaned back against the bed, my breathing laboured.

The door opened again, but this time it was Kylian, my beta. His expression was a mix of relief and exasperation as he stepped inside.

"You look terrible," Kylian remarked, closing the door behind him.

I glared at him. "And you look like you’ve been lounging while I’ve been fighting for my life."

Kylian smirked, pulling up a chair beside the bed. "If it weren’t for me, you’d be at the bottom of that cliff, rotting."

I didn’t respond immediately, and the memory of Kylian’s timely rescue replayed in my mind.

"You found me," I said finally, my tone begrudging.

Kylian leaned back, crossing his arms. "You’re welcome. I knew you’d jump—figured you’d rather face the ocean than those warriors. I was waiting with the boat."