Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 440

Chapter 440: I Am Not Weak

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CHAPTER 440

~Zara’s POV~

I turned to my side, ignoring her voice, only for my eyes to see a different part of the battlefield, one where the enemies were not werewolves or dragons but… werebears, werecats, werefoxes, and…

It disappeared before I could make anything, and the next scene I saw was one where Zade was on his knees with blood flowing down his chin from his mouth and nose, looking so dishevelled as a figure towered above him with his hand ready to strike at his chest.

“I told you, Zade. You shall never amount to anything. Not able to save your family and friends and your sister.”

“Don’t you dare mention Zara. I won’t have you mentioning her name, you scoundrel. Zara was wrong. Kaid was wrong. They were all wrong in bringing you back to life. You deserve to die just like you had done before.”

At once, the dark figure hovering over my brother grimaced, and then before I could react, it drove its hand through Zade’s chest, and pulled it back, taking Zade’s heart with it.

Tears stung my eyes as they flowed down my cheek in torrents. I had tried moving, but no matter what I did, I was rooted in one place.

“This is all your fault,” the figure turned to look at me and said. I shook my head. “You did this to him.” He pointed at himself. “Me, us. You turned us dark, Zara. You… you are the problem. You are the one who was used by the devil and you shall die knowing you could not save them.”

Anger surged through my veins. My breath hitched, my body shook as I glanced around briefly, only to stop when my eyes immediately locked on another corpse close to them.

I recognised the face instantly. It was the exact mirror image of me—my mother. A sob escaped my lips as my knees threatened to buckle just watching.

Just like Zade, her heart had been ripped from her chest. My anger blinded me, my pain becoming unbearable.

“You!” I pointed at the culprit. “You! I’ll kill you!”

My rage consumed me. Without thinking, I lunged at the figure, my vision blurred with fury and grief.

I grabbed him by the head, my fingers digging into his scalp as I yanked him downward. My knee shot up, slamming into his gut. He gasped, but I wasn’t done. Twisting my body, I kicked his leg out from under him, forcing him to his knees.

I grabbed his throat, my grip iron-tight as I forced him to look at me. My chest heaved, breath ragged, my hand trembling with the same intent he had just shown. I mimicked his stance, my fingers hovering over his chest, ready to strike—ready to rip his heart out just as he had done to Zade and my mother.

But then… I saw his face.

I froze.

Snow.

His black hair fell over his forehead, his pale skin unmarred, his wide blue eyes filled with innocence, with a quiet, pleading look.

My grip faltered.

“Snow?” My voice barely came out, cracking under the weight of my emotions. My vision blurred, hot tears brimming at the edges of my eyes.

For a fleeting second, I saw the man I had sworn to protect, the man who had smiled at me like I was his world.

Then, his lips curled.

The blue of his eyes bled into black.

His smirk widened, cruel and taunting. “You are a fool, Zara,” he whispered, voice laced with malice. “And you will always be.”

Before I could react, pain exploded in my chest.

His hand plunged into me, his fingers curling around my heart.

I gasped, blood spurting from my lips, splattering onto his face, onto the cold ground below. The world swayed, my strength draining fast.

But I didn’t let go.

My fingers locked around his wrist, gripping it with everything I had left. My breath shuddered, my body trembling, but my voice came steady, filled with the only truth that mattered.

“I would never hurt you,” I rasped, blood dripping from my lips. “But… this isn’t real.”

I refused to believe that. I shut my eyes while muttering ‘this isn’t real’ over and over again until my eyes snapped open, and then, the battlefield flickered, the image distorting.

It was a trick.

My reflection smirked at me from the mirror, as if daring me to give in. Finally, the battlefield was no more. I was immediately returned to the time before it, facing the mirror.

I took a slow step forward.

“You are nothing,” the mirror asserted.

Another step.

“You are weak,” it added gritting its teeth at me.

Closer.

“You will lose them all.”

I reached out and placed my palm flat against the mirror.

The cold burned against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I held my ground, forcing my mind to clear, forcing myself to see through the illusion.

This was not my future. This was not my fate. I knew who I was.

“I am Zara Gold-Zephyr… Daughter of Alpha Gold and the proud daughter of my mother, Luna Zaria and the beloved wife of Snow. I am not weak. I have the strength and power of my great-grandmother, the grand witch. Power runs in my veins, and my wolf lives soundly in me. You cannot break me.”

The mirror trembled. The voice grew distorted. The battlefield wavered, cracking apart like shattered glass.

Then—silence.

The twisted reflection was gone. The battlefield faded. And all that remained was my true reflection.

I had won.

The torches around me flared to life again, casting the hall in golden light. My body sagged, sweat dripping down my temple. My breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, my chest rising and falling too fast.

I was shaking. My legs felt like they might collapse beneath me.

But I was here. I was still standing.

The doors behind me creaked open, and a familiar voice cut through the silence.

“Impressive.”

I turned.

Davion stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching me with something that looked almost like approval.

I didn’t trust myself to speak yet, so I just glared at him, willing my pulse to slow.

Then, Kaid was there, shoving past Davion, his eyes wild as they searched my face. He looked like he had been holding his breath the entire time.

“Zara.” His voice was tight. Low.

“I’m fine,” I managed, though my voice came out hoarse.

His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing like he didn’t believe me. He reached out and grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but careful. His touch was warm, grounding.

“You’re shaking.”

I forced a smirk. “You’d be shaking too if you had to fight your own demons.”

Something dark flashed in his eyes like he understood. Like he had seen his own reflection in that mirror once.

Davion’s voice cut through the tension. “You passed the first trial.” He stepped forward, his smirk returning. “But don’t get comfortable.”

He reached out and tucked a strand of damp hair behind my ear—a gesture that made Kaid’s fingers tighten around my wrist.

“The next trial,” Davion murmured, voice soft but laced with something unreadable, “will not be so forgiving.”

Then, with a smirk, he turned on his heel and walked away.

I exhaled, my body still trembling. Kaid’s grip didn’t loosen.

“You good?” he asked quietly.

I nodded. “Yeah.” I wasn’t sure if it was a lie. But one thing was clear. This was just the beginning. “The next trial.”