Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Big Role: Self Doubt

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Chapter 221

~Zade’s POV~

Zaria’s expression softened, but her resolve didn’t waver. "Of course not. But the elders are worried. Kaid’s influence is significant, and his reach extends beyond the Lycan Kingdom itself. They’re afraid of the repercussions if we outright defy him."

"Snow won’t stand for this," I said firmly. "And neither will Zara."

"Which is why we need to tread carefully," Zaria said, her voice lowering. "This isn’t just about Kaid’s claims. It’s about the delicate balance of power between the packs, the council, and the Lycan court."

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. "So what’s the plan? Are you considering his demands?"

Zaria’s eyes flashed with something akin to anger. "Absolutely not. Zara is her own person, and her choices will be respected. But we need to be strategic. Kaid is a threat, Zade, and if we don’t handle this carefully, he could bring more trouble than we’re prepared for."

I nodded slowly. "I’ll talk to Snow. He needs to know about this."

"Good," she said, placing a hand on my arm. "And be careful. Kaid isn’t just relying on words. He’s planning something—I can feel it."

"That’s one aspect, ma. What troubles me further is the elders. We must silence their requests. It is only stupid to be honest."

My mother’s smile spilled into her eyes. "I understand. You do not have to worry. I will silence them and protect you and Zara."

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~Snow’s POV~

The soft clinking of silverware against plates filled the dining room as Zara and I shared a quiet meal.

Tonight, there was no sign of Aira, little Storm, Tempest, or Zade. It was only the two of us.

The warmth of the setting sun cast a golden glow across the table, but despite the peaceful atmosphere, I could feel the weight of everything lingering between us.

Zara glanced up from her plate, catching my gaze. "You’ve been quiet," she said, her voice soft but curious. "What’s on your mind?"

I leaned back slightly, resting my fork on the edge of my plate. "The pageant," I said simply, watching her reaction.

Her brows knitted, and she let out a soft groan. "Snow, do we really have to talk about that now?"

"Yes," I said firmly, though my tone remained gentle. "Because it’s important, Zara."