Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Big Role: Self Doubt Chapter 221: Big Role: Self Doubt *************** 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.” ****************** ~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.” She sighed, setting down her fork and crossing her arms.

“Important for who?

I’m not exactly the poster child for self-esteem or confidence-building.

I don’t see how I fit into something like this.” Her words made my chest tighten, and I reached across the table, taking her hand in mine.

“That’s exactly why you’re the perfect person for it.” She blinked, confusion flickering in her eyes.

“How does that make sense?” “Because you know what it’s like to doubt yourself,” I explained, keeping my voice steady.

“You’ve faced challenges most people can’t even imagine, and you’ve come through stronger.

These girls don’t need someone perfect-they need someone real.

Someone who understands what it’s like to struggle and still find a way forward.” Her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t speak.

I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, holding her gaze.

“The pageant isn’t just about crowns and dresses,” I continued.

“It’s about giving these young women a sense of purpose, confidence, and belonging.

It’s a tradition that’s been part of this pack for decades.

Your role as Luna isn’t just to oversee it-it’s to inspire them, to show them what they can become.” She looked down at our joined hands, her shoulders slumping slightly.

“I don’t know, Snow.

What if I mess it up?

What if I’m not good enough for this?” “You are good enough,” I said firmly.

“More than you know.” Her gaze lifted to meet mine, and I could see the uncertainty in her eyes.

“I’m just…

scared.

What if they see me and think, ‘She’s not what a Luna should be’?” I smiled, brushing my thumb over her knuckles.

“Then you’ll show them that being a Luna isn’t about fitting into some perfect mould.

It’s about heart, strength, and the willingness to try-even when it’s hard.” For a moment, she didn’t respond.

Then she nodded slowly, her resolve strengthening.

“Okay.

I’ll do it.

But you’d better not leave me to figure this out on my own.” “Never,” I promised, squeezing her hand again before releasing it.

I leaned back in my chair, a small smile tugging at my lips.

“The pageant is something my mother started when she was soon-to-be Luna,” I began, watching as Zara’s curiosity piqued.

“She believed every young woman in the pack deserved a chance to shine, no matter their background or upbringing.

It wasn’t just about looks or grace-it was about giving them the tools to build confidence, to see themselves as leaders, caretakers, and warriors in their own right.

She used to say it was the pack’s way of investing in its future.” Zara tilted her head, her expression softening.

“That’s…

actually kind of amazing.” “It is,” I agreed.

“And over the years, it’s become a celebration of growth and potential.

The girls who join are mentored by older women in the pack, and they learn everything from leadership skills to self-defense.

It’s about becoming the best version of themselves.” She let out a small laugh, shaking her head.

“You make it sound so simple.” “It’s not,” I admitted.

“But nothing worth doing ever is.

And you’re not alone in this.

Aira and the elders will be there to guide you, and I’ll support you every step of the way.” Zara smiled, a glimmer of hope breaking through her lingering doubt.

“Okay,” she said softly.

“I’m ready to try.” “You’ll do more than try,” I said, leaning across the table to press a kiss to her forehead.

“You’ll lead, and you’ll show them exactly why you’re the Luna they deserve.” Her smile widened, and for the first time that evening, I saw a spark of confidence in her eyes.

It was a start-and for now, that was enough.

“Okay.

I will handle it.” “Great.

I also want you to outshine the tradition.” Zara’s brows knitted.

“I mean, outshine my mother, create new challenges, and build them.

Think outside the box.”