Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Snowflakes

“I didn’t cheat on you.”

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His voice softened, his features shifting with the confession, and I paused, went still, eyes locked on his, wanting so badly to believe him, yet pride clung tight, refusing to give in easily.

“Don’t lie to me, Cupid.”

“It’s the truth,” he replied, reaching for my wrist, but I pulled away with a sniff. “I swear to you. You know my dad wanted me to go to bed with her, and I thought I could, but… but in the end, it was just… it was just you I kept thinking about.”

Hearing that, I slowly looked back at him sniffing, staring deep into his eyes, trying to hold myself together so I wouldn’t crumble. But I was helpless. So helpless. All I could do was believe him, and when his hands slid gently to my waist, I melted instantly.

He drew me close, lips hovering a breath above mine as he searched my eyes.

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” he whispered and that was it. The assurance I needed before I rose on my toes, my hands winding around his neck. I kissed him, soft, gentle until hunger stirred and I deepened it.

His palms settled around my waist tenderly, and we lost ourselves in each other. I surrendered and let him kiss me until the ache in my chest withered into the thin night air.

When he finally pulled back, I breathed softly, palms resting on his chest, leaning close, so close that if I didn’t, this might feel like a dream.

His hold softened and he led me gently toward a stone bench in the backyard. He sat, pulling me onto his lap. I rested my head against his shoulder, absorbing the comfort and warmth.

His hand caressed

quietly.

my

back, calming me as seconds slipped into minutes, then he asked,

“Why are you in the hospital?”

I slowly pulled back, just enough to meet his gaze. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I wondered how to tell him.

“I uhm… I’m going into surgery tomorrow night,” I whispered, and I felt him stiffen. He looked

at me, stunned.

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“Surgery for… for what?”

I swallowed again, tucking a strand of hair away to breathe.

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“It’s my womb. The doctor said both my brain and womb are shrinking. They have to take the womb out so the brain can heal. That’s what I’m doing,” I explained quickly, aware my heart had begun pounding harder. Silence fell. He looked at me in confusion, trying to make sense. of it.

“What… what womb are we talking about?”

I stared at him, then lowered my gaze.

“Mine. It’s damaged. I have to remove it so I can stay sane.”

“So you’re going through that surgery without… without telling me?” he asked, stunned, and I flicked my eyes up to his before sighing.

“Cupid, I… I’m telling you now.”

“So what if I didn’t come tonight or tomorrow? You would just go ahead without my permission or… or say?”

Heat flooded me. Heat made of hope, fear, something too sacred and too big. My gaze dropped to my fingers, which I had begun picking at in panic.

“You make it sound like we’re in a relationship. Like something genuine,” I whispered, and silence stretched. Slowly, I lifted my eyes to see he was staring at me. “We’re not official or… or anything like that, Cupid.”

He held my gaze for one minute, then two, before nodding, looking away, his hands slipping from around me. I watched him set his jaw, exhaling.

“I should get going,” he murmured and my heart shrank at the dismissal.

Slowly, I slid off his lap. He rose in the same heartbeat and began walking away and it hurt. Moon goddess, it hurt. If words could capture pain, this was it.

I tried to tell myself Cupid Godlike and I were nothing, that making love didn’t make us lovers. That it meant nothing. To a man like him, I was just another woman he fucked and wiped clean from history.

I sniffed hard, trying to hold it together, but the more I tried, the more my heart ached until it all crashed down and I couldn’t stop myself.

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“So you’re just going to walk away?” I blurted, his steps faltering as I rose from the bench, staring at him. “You’ll just walk away, Cupid, is that it?”

He turned, and the emptiness in his eyes gutted me.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Anything. Just say something. You can’t just walk away from someone like that.”

“You said we’re nothing, that what we had was nothing. You made it sound like what we shared was ordinary fucking sex. You said it didn’t matter.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth. I didn’t say that.”

“Really?” he asked, striding toward me, stopping inches away. “Then what do those words mean? I meant nothing to you and that’s what it means. You decided to remove your womb without my consent or knowledge. That clearly tells me you think of me like any other man you just fucked.”

“Watch your words. I’ve never willingly given myself to anyone but you,” I countered hotly, and he glared, unfiltered.

“Then I guess it meant nothing. Since my consent is nothing, and what we shared wasn’t meaningful, I should go. Perhaps I made a mistake. I should have fucked that lady senseless without a conscience.”

He turned away, slamming those words into my face like a blow. I watched him walk, putting space between us, space that drove me mad until I lost it. Until I couldn’t bear it anymore.

“I love you.”

He froze mid–step upon hearing it, and my knees weakened at the confession spilling out. Frustrated, I sank back onto the bench.

“From the moment I saw your eyes, kissed you, held you, heard your voice, and gave you my body… I have loved you.”

Tears trickled hot and scalding.

“It’s different from whatever I felt for Ares. It’s primal, selfish, crazy, so much that I can barely breathe. You mean a lot to me. I don’t know how it happened or when or why. All I know is… I can’t stop thinking of you.” I sniffed, lifting my gaze toward where he stood. My breath shook. “If this confession means nothing to you… then you can leave now, Cupid and never return.”

And for a heart–stopping, most terrifying few seconds of my life, I truly believed he would

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walk away, vanish into the shadows and never return.

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I didn’t even realize I had begun praying for him to come back, not until he actually did, until his footsteps moved toward me.

That was the moment I tasted something unfamiliar. The taste of victory, relief, the sacred thrill of a wish answered. A prayer granted.

Cupid closed in on me fast, stealing the breath from my lungs as he pulled me into him and kissed me deeply, possessively like I was the only woman left in both the human region and the werewolf territories, crafted solely for him.