Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: Step Back

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Chapter 79

~Zara’s POV~

The library in the pack house was massive. I wasn’t expecting much when I’d asked where it was—just a small room with a few shelves, maybe—but this?

This was an actual library, with high ceilings, endless rows of books, and massive windows that let the afternoon sunlight pour in. I stood at the entrance for a moment, taking it all in.

If only every pack house came with this kind of sanctuary.

I moved deeper into the room, feeling the peaceful silence envelop me as the scent of old pages and wood filled the air. It was calming, and grounding—something I hadn’t realized I desperately needed until now.

I picked a spot near the window, pulling out my laptop. The events from the last few days had been a whirlwind, and my mind was a mess, spinning with everything that had happened since my rebirth.

’Where did I go wrong?’ I asked myself.

I settled into the armchair and opened my laptop. So much had changed, and I was no longer sure of my decisions.

The first mistake, the biggest mistake, had been the contract.

I hadn’t read it—not thoroughly, anyway. I had been so eager to escape my previous life with Ivan and ensure my freedom stayed that way that I’d signed it blindly, thinking it was just a formality.

’Stupid, stupid, stupid,’ I scolded myself as I opened the file attached to an old email from Snow’s lawyer. The contract blinked up at me, and for the first time since I’d signed it, I read it carefully.

And then I saw it.

My stomach turned as my eyes fell on one of the clauses, neatly typed and highlighted.

"The wife will perform all duties, legal and intimate, as per the expectations of a husband and wife, including in the bedroom and elsewhere as deemed appropriate by the husband."

I blinked, trying to process the words. ’Intimate duties? In the bedroom and elsewhere? What in the—’

I scrolled down further, finding more clauses that favoured Snow—clauses that I hadn’t even realised were in there when I’d signed.

"The wife is expected to accompany the husband at all times when required and maintain the image of a dutiful spouse, both in public and private settings."

’Public and private,’ I thought.

That covered everything. I clenched my jaw as I read on, the words becoming more invasive with every line. This wasn’t just a marriage contract—it was a legal straitjacket, designed to keep me under Snow’s control.

’Of course,’ I thought bitterly, ’how did I not see this coming?’

I shut my eyes and reached up, massaging my temples to ease off the headache. When my head calmed a little, I reopened my eyes.

Rather than storm upstairs and confront him, I took a deep breath, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I opened an email to my lawyer.

I attached the contract and typed a quick message, asking him to go over it and find any loopholes—anything I could use to turn this ridiculous situation around.

"There had to be something I could use against Snow."

I clicked "send," feeling a small wave of satisfaction wash over me. One step at a time. I was not going to let myself be caged by this ridiculous contract without a fight.

After finishing up in the library, I returned for dinner. Snow was his usual charming self—cool and controlled, his eyes lingering on me a little too long as if he could sense that something had shifted in me. But I said nothing. Not yet. I’d wait until I had all my cards lined up.

My back was against something solid—someone solid.

Morning fucking wood.

What the hell?

Oh my God.