Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow Chapter 324: Guilt

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Chapter 324

~Zara’s POV~

I straightened the mont Aira stepped into the room, my posture automatically shifted into sothing composed—guarded.

"Hello," I said, my voice steady. "Nice to see you two are well."

Aira managed a small, tired smile. "Yes. Thank you."

I looked down at Storm, still clinging to my waist, and gently patted his head. His little arms squeezed tighter before he finally pulled back, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

Aira shifted slightly, clearing her throat. "Zara, I—"

I lifted a hand, cutting her off mid-sentence. "You don’t have to." I offered a small, almost amused smile. "Really."

Aira hesitated.

I sighed, tilting my head slightly. "Look, I know I ssed up. I shouldn’t have taken Storm out in the first place. If I hadn’t, none of this would have happened."

"Auntie Zara," Storm whispered.

My lips curled just slightly. "So if you’re here to tell everything is fine now—don’t. I already know my part in this ss."

The silence that followed was thick.

Aira opened her mouth, then closed it. I could see the conflict in her eyes—the desire to say sothing else, to smooth things over. But I wasn’t interested in pretending.

Without another word, I walked past them and left the room.

The cool night air blw over as I stepped into the garden, the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers doing little to soothe the storm inside .

I exhaled, rubbing my temples.

Everything should have felt lighter now that Storm was back. Now that the worst was over.

I let out a slow breath, staring up at the night sky. The stars blinked down at , indifferent to everything that had happened, everything that still churned inside .

Storm was ho. Safe. That should have been enough.

So why did I feel so... hollow?

Maybe it was because I had spent the last few hours fighting, defending myself against the people I loved most, only for it to co full circle.

Maybe it was because, despite Aira’s presence, despite her attempt at peace, I knew things between us weren’t fully healed. Maybe it was because I was exhausted—physically, ntally, emotionally.

I sighed, running a hand down my face. Just then, the sound of footsteps behind made pause.

I turned to see Snow walking toward , his hands tucked into his pockets, his expression careful.

"Hey," he started.

"Hey," I replied, forcing a small smile.

Snow stopped a few feet away, his gaze searching mine. "Are you okay?" he asked, his tone soft, almost as if he was testing the waters.

I hesitated.

The truth? No, I wasn’t. But saying that out loud felt... unnecessary. Like admitting weakness when I had already endured enough scrutiny.

So I simply nodded.

Snow cocked his head, not buying it for a second.

"You don’t have to act all strong with , Zara," he murmured, stepping closer. "So tell , how are you... really?"

I swallowed, my gaze drifting away from his.

If I looked at him too long, if I let myself fully acknowledge the warmth in his voice, I knew I’d crack.

And I wasn’t sure if I wanted to crack.

But Snow wasn’t the type to let things go easily, especially not when it ca to .

He took another step forward, closing the distance between us, and before I could even think of pushing him away, his arms wrapped around .

Not forceful. Not demanding. Just... there. Solid. Warm. Steady.

I tensed at first, my body rigid against his, but Snow didn’t pull back. He just held , as if waiting for to decide.

And that was what broke .

Because he wasn’t forcing to talk, wasn’t pushing for answers. He was simply here, offering a space to let go.

So I did.

I exhaled shakily, leaning into his chest, my forehead resting against his shoulder. His scent wrapped around comfortingly like ho.

Snow’s hand moved up, fingers brushing through my hair.

I had spent so much ti holding everything together—pretending I was fine, pretending I wasn’t hurt by their accusations, by Zade’s hesitation, by Aira’s words.

But standing here, under the moonlight, with Snow holding like I was the only thing that mattered, I felt it all crashing down.

"I just..." I started, but my voice broke. I clenched my jaw, pulling away from him. "I ssed up, Snow. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t taken Storm out. Aira wouldn’t have had to go through this. He wouldn’t have been taken. None of it."

Snow sighed, closing the distance I had put between us until he was right before . He reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear before cupping my face with both hands. His touch was warm, steady.

"Zara," he murmured. "Listen to , we’ve gone through this before. All you need to do is stop and forgive yourself."

I kept my eyes downcast, unable to et his gaze.

"This isn’t your fault," he continued. "You didn’t plan for this to happen. You didn’t hand Storm over to Kane. You weren’t working with the Thorned Crescent. You were a victim in this too."

I shook my head. "But if I hadn’t—"

"If you hadn’t taken Storm to the park, Kane would have found another way," he cut in firmly. "Because that’s who he is. This was never about you, Zara. This was about him. His obsession. His greed. And I will not let you carry the weight of his sins."

His thumbs stroked my cheeks softly, grounding . I bit my lip, fighting the lump in my throat.

"But Aira—"

"She was angry. Scared. And she needed soone to bla," he said. "But she was wrong. And she knows it now."

I let out a shaky breath. "It still doesn’t change what happened."

"No, it doesn’t. But it changes how we move forward."

I finally lifted my gaze to et his, and the warmth in his eyes nearly undid .

"I love you, Zara," Snow expressed. "That hasn’t changed. And nothing will."

A tear slipped down my cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb before leaning down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

I closed my eyes, sinking into him, into the safety of his arms.

For the first ti since this whole issue happened, I allowed myself to let go.