Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205

Chapter 205

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I finished dressing the table for breakfast, arranging the plates and utensils with careful precision, the scent of fresh pancakes and sizzling bacon filling the air.

I turned to wait for the tea to finish brewing, my gaze drifting lazily beyond the window into the serene morning outside.

Soft snowflakes danced downward in a gentle cascade, blanketing the world in pristine white, and a small, genuine smile curved my lips.

Come to think of it, I had recovered so much of myself, the strength returning to my limbs, the fog lifting from my mind.

Staring out at the peaceful, calm atmosphere, a profound sense of tranquility washed over me, here in this hidden sanctuary, wrapped in the warmth of being with him.

My thoughts wandered deeper, unbidden and sweet.

What would life be like if he were truly my husband?

A devoted man whose eyes would never stray to another woman, seeing only me, desiring only me.

One who cherished me beyond measure, to the point where I felt utterly adored, deeply appreciated.

A partner who understood the depths of my soul even when I couldn’t, or wouldn’t explain it all, reading me like an open book with gentle intuition.

That tender fantasy brought a soft glow to my cheeks, the smile lingering… only for it to

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Then I felt it. The delicious warmth radiating from behind me, a familiar heat that told me he was here, awake, his presence enveloping me like a lover’s embrace before he even touched me.

I turned slowly, my breath catching at the sight of Cupid standing in the doorway, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity I couldn’t quite decipher, deep, piercing, laced with something raw and unspoken.

For a heart–stopping moment, he simply drank me in with pure awe, as if I were a vision he couldn’t believe was real.

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He wepped doser, has brows farrowing in a mixed awe and curiosity, that powerful body zavosing with effortless grace.

“What are you doûtag?” he asked his voice low a husky from sleep, eyes flickering over the breakfast spread before returning to mine, searching,

“What else?” I replied with a playfull serile, my pale quickening onder his stare. “Making as

breakfast

He searched my eyes deeper then, that awe intensifying as if checking for signs I’d lost my mind or perhaps marveling at this domestic, vibrant version of me.

“But you were healing he murmured, concern threading his tone. “Shouldn’t you be in bed or something?

Before I could protest, he reached for my hand tenderly, his warm fingers intertwining with mine, sending sparks up my arm as he gently led me to sit on the chair at the dining table.

“Snow?”

I’m fine, Cupid,” I assured him, my voice soft and steady, a small smile playing on my lips as I squeezed his hand.

Then I shrugged, a touch of wonder in my own words.

“I woke up this morning and I just felt fine. Stronger. And I wanted to cook for you, after all, you’ve barely rested since we got here, always watching over me.”

His face softened with lingering concern, those dark eyes melting into mine, and it made my heart flutter, a warm ache blooming in my chest Just then, the kettle whistled sharply, steam rising in fragrant curls.

“Oh, I have to…” I murmured, starting to rise, but his gaze held me for a beat longer before I attended to iL

As I poured the steaming tea, the aromatic blend filling the air, I could feel his eyes on me, intense, heated, tracing the curve of my back, the sway of my hips, making my skin tingle

with awareness.

Suddenly, his cellphone rang, blaring insistently through the quiet kitchen.

He frowned, a flash of irritation crossing his features, and sluggishly stepped out, leaving me

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with a soft smile at his retreating form, that strong back, the play of muscles as he moved.

I finished pouring the tea, cleaning up the counters with light movements, when the sout of footsteps returned.

Lifting my eyes, I saw Cupid in the doorway again, phone still pressed to his ear, but now his expression was stunned, almost disbelieving as he stared at me.

I paused, curiosity spiking.

“Yes?” I prompted softly, but words seemed to fail him.

He looked at me in prolonged silence, emotions swirling in his eyes, before finally finding his

voice.

“Your health issues were aired last night,” he said quietly, the weight of it hanging heavy. “Right after the case of Mr. Lins was officially reopened. It’s the talk of the media now. Desmond just called.”

A chill swept through me, freezing me in place.

What illness? What health issues?

My mind reeled.

How could this be out there? If word spread too far, even the Mooncrest could suffer the fallout, reputations shattered, secrets exposed.

I stared at him in shock, as if he’d spoken in tongues. By all the gods, my illness couldn’t be public or else everything unraveled.

Lost in the spiraling thoughts, my knees buckled weakly, but Cupid was there in an instant, his strong arms wrapping around me from behind, guiding me gently to sit, his body a solid, reassuring heat against mine.

I sat there, mind racing, piecing together the betrayal.

Who could have leaked it? Not Cupid. He was the only one outside my family who knew the full truth.

It couldn’t be him. Then it hit me like ice down my spine. The puzzle clicked. The only other who knew, beyond my brothers, my dad, and Cupid… was Viviana.

“Cupid, I think I’ll have to go home,” I said, the words slipping out before I could cage them, urgency lacing my voice. He nodded immediately, understanding flickering in his eyes.

“You eat first and take your pills,” he instructed firmly yet tenderly. “I’ll take a quick bath and

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I nodded obediently, foring myself to eat, bure pancakes tasted like ash in my mond Bines, beavy with pain and rising anger.

Stirred to my limits, a fire ignited within. If Viviana was behind this, perhaps it was fine I stopped being so kind, so forgiving.

About an hour later, we were fully ready to leave The dishes washed and tucked away, the cabin restored to order.

Cupid led me through the hidden door to his underground garage, his hand at the small of my back, protective and warm.

He opened the car door for me like a gentleman, and I settled into the passenger seat bestehe the wheel, staring blankly ahead, thoughts churning.

When he joined me, sliding into the driver’s side, his large palm settled on my thigh firm. grounding, the heat of his touch seeping through my clothes, sending a comforting shiver up my spine.

I turned to him, meeting that steady gaze offering silent support, promising he was here. unwavering.

“You go home and see what’s happening,” he said softly, his voice a soothing rumble. “And if everything feels too much… you call me. I’ll come at once to get you. Okay?”

His words wrapped around my heart, so gentle, so full of care. He looked impossibly beautiful in the dim light. Strong jaw, tousled hair, those eyes holding depths of devotion

Bless the Moon goddess for guiding him into my life. I smiled appreciatively, leaning in to press my lips to his in a slow, grateful kiss, tasting him briefly, pouring my thanks into that tender connection.

Then I nodded.

“Maybe I should start taking care of myself too now,” I whispered, sighing as I looked away.

He didn’t speak, bless him for knowing when silence was golden, when I needed space to feel. I loved him even more for it. He pulled the car out smoothly, and soon we merged into the city streets.

Only then did I switch on my cellphone, messages and emails flooding in instantly, notifications buzzing relentlessly.

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I kept my eyes fixed ahead until we passed the first massive billboard, Instead of headlines about the reopened Mr. Lins case, the scandal saking both the human region and werewolf

territories.

It screamed about Snowflakes Frost, declaring I gone mad, fragile, broken.

Then came the message from Mr. Gerald, my boss at H.O.W.L..

Hello Snow, Due to the recent revelations about you, you have been pulled out of the current case. Thanks.

I read it once, a bitter scoff escaping my lips. Good goddess, something was deeply wrong here.

“It’s a bait,” I murmured with sudden certainty, my voice steadying as resolve hardened. Cupid glanced at me, interest sharpening his features. “It’s a bait to pull me out of the case but I won’t give any of them that satisfaction. I won’t.”

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