Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 154

Chapter 154: The Truth Chapter 154: The Truth ************** CHAPTER 154 ~Zara’s POV~ Andrew took a step back, muttering under his breath.

“I’ll just…

leave you two to it.” My mind raced as I stared at Zade, my breath catching.

Whatever he was about to say, I knew it was going to change everything.

His words hung heavy in the air, suffocating the tension between us.

“What do you mean, something I need to know?” I asked cautiously, keeping my voice low.

The storm of emotions from the pictures, Snow’s betrayal, and now this new twist left me shaken.

Zade looked at me.

His eyes were filled with sadness and soemthing else, soemthing hard.

“You’re my sister, Zara.

You’re my lost sister.” I blinked at him, then let out a small laugh-one that sounded hollow even to my own ears.

“What kind of joke is this?” I said, my voice trembling despite my attempt to stay composed.

“It’s not a joke,” Zade replied, his tone steady but laced with pain.

“Stop.” I shook my head as a bitter chuckle escaped me.

“This isn’t funny, Zade.

I have a family.

A dad, a mum, and a brother.

I know my family.

Sorry, but your joke’s expensive-we’re not related.” Zade’s lips twisted into a bitter smile as he lowered his gaze for a moment.

When he met my eyes again, they held a haunting seriousness that made my pulse quicken.

“Do you remember the story I told you?” he asked softly.

“About the treehouse, the folklore…

Golden Claw Pack?” A shiver ran down my spine as the memory surfaced.

Especially the one at the tree house and the memory I saw.  I wasn’t seeing things then, was I?

I nodded hesitantly.

“Yes, but…

what does that have to do with-” “It wasn’t just a story,” Zade said, his voice growing more certain with each word.

“It was my story.

Our story.” I froze, my mind racing to catch up with what he was saying.

“Zara,” Zade began, taking a deep breath as if steeling himself, “you were kidnapped as a child.

During the attack on our pack.” “What?” My voice cracked, the single word a mix of disbelief and fear.

“You were barely five,” he continued, his tone softening as if the memory pained him.

“The Golden Claw Pack was one of the strongest packs back then, if not the strongest twenty years ago.

But we were attacked-ambushed by our enemies.” Zade paused, his gaze focused on something in the sky, something I was sure wasn’t there.  “That night, amidst the chaos, you were taken by the Gamma’s wife.

She had been a spy for our enemies but you were one of her favourites.

Cory believed she could save you from the carnage by running with you, but something went wrong.” “No,” I whispered, shaking my head.

“This doesn’t make sense.

My family-” “You were missing,” Zade interrupted, his voice breaking slightly.

“We searched everywhere, but we couldn’t find you.

Later, we found the woman who took you, but by then, you were gone.

Vanished without a trace.” His words struck like a hammer, each syllable shattering my sense of reality.

My chest tightened as I struggled to breathe, to think.

“Our pack was devastated,” Zade continued, his jaw clenched as he fought to maintain his composure.  “Why didn’t she€¦ No.

You can ask her.

Let her tell you where she kept your sister.

This must be a misunderstanding of some sort,” I said, more to convince myself than him as Zade’s focus remained strong.  “She won’t.” “Won’t or can’t?” I asked sharply.  “She can’t.

She’s dead.” Zade turned his head in my direction, pain etched deeply in his eyes like nothing I had seen before.

“We lost so many that night, Cory included.

My father…

our Alpha, he died trying to protect us.

And then we lost you too.” Tears brimmed in his eyes, but he blinked them away.

“Our mother was broken.

She searched for you relentlessly for five years, but with our numbers depleted and enemies still circling, we had to pull back.

She returned to her career to cope, before she lost her sanity and I…

I had to step up.

I was sent to our uncles to train, rebuild, and protect what was left of our pack.” I stared at him, my mind reeling.

“No,” I whispered again, my voice trembling.

“You’re wrong.

I’m not…

I’m not who you think I am.” “Zara,” Zade said, stepping closer, his voice calm but firm.

“You don’t remember because you were so young.

But when Andrew first saw you, he noticed something-how much you resembled our mother.

He told me about you, and I had to meet you myself.” I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks in torrent, more than it had for Snow’s cheating.

“This doesn’t make sense, Zade.

I can’t be your sister.

I have memories, a family-” “Memories that may not be real,” Zade interjected gently.

“Think about it.

Have you ever questioned why your parents never talk about your early childhood?

Or why your birth records seem incomplete?” My throat tightened.

There were moments I’d wondered, brief flashes of confusion when I thought back to my earliest years.

But I’d always dismissed them as inconsequential as the memory only brought severe headaches.

I was told by my parents that I was involved in an accident when I was little and as a result had amnesia.

That was the story and truth, not this.

Zade reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

“If my words aren’t enough,” he said softly, “maybe this will convince you.” He handed me the paper, and with trembling fingers, I unfolded it.

My eyes scanned the text, the numbers blurring as my tears fell.

DNA Results: Match Confirmed.

Probability: 99.98%.

I stared at the document, my breath hitching as the weight of the truth bore down on me.

“No,” I whispered, clutching the paper tightly.

“This can’t be real.

It can’t-” “It is,” Zade said, his voice breaking slightly.

“You’re my sister, Zara.”