Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228

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“The case is closed. Why in the world would you be in the lab on a free day?!”

The director, Sera’s father, snapped the words like a whip cracking through bone. His voice echoed off the glass walls of his office, raw with fury and disbelief that bordered on betrayal.

“Father, we were…”

“Enough, Snow.” He cut me off, eyes blazing like twin coals. “The case is officially closed. I signed the papers at midnight. Done. Over. What are you trying to do here, blow everything up again? Risk your life, your sister–in–law’s life, my legacy, for what? A hunch?”

Outside the towering windows of H.O.W.L., reporters had already swarmed like carrion birds.

Cameras flashed relentlessly against the glass, voices shouting questions that bled through the soundproofing in muffled, hungry waves.

Who fell? Who saved them? What really happened inside?

Seraphine sat rigid in the chair beside me, ankle freshly bandaged but already healed. Werewolf blood working fast.

She stared at the floor, silent, knowing no explanation would soften the storm coming. I realized, with a sick twist in my gut, that maybe they were right.

The case was sealed. No loose threads left to pull. Maybe it really was time to stop poking the devil in the eye and just… let him win.

I exhaled shakily, shoulders dropping.

“I’m sorry.”

He looked away, jaw tight, clearly unmoved.

Just then the door flew open. Mrs. Castle rushed in. Face pale, eyes wide with panic. She scanned me first. searching for blood, bruises, anything broken. I shook my head quickly.

“I’m fine.”

Then her gaze landed on Sera.

“My goddess…” She crossed the room in three strides, hands hovering over her daughter like she might shatter. “You’re okay? I heard you shifted mid–fall…”

“I’m fine, Mom. It’s nothing.” Sera’s voice was soft, almost too small.

Mrs. Castle exhaled, shaky, pulling back.

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Chapter 228

“Your fiancé is here. And… I don’t know what to expect from him.”

The air turned to ice.

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Sera turned slowly toward her father, eyes pleading for help, for intervention. He said nothing, just rose from his desk and pulled out his phone to make a call.

The door opened again, quiet this time. Too quiet.

Roc stood in the entrance. For one shivering, endless second, no one moved.

His face was a mask of barely contained terror. Eyes wild, breathing uneven, like he’d sprinted here from the other side of the city. He crossed the room in three long strides and pulled me into his arms without a word.

“You okay?” His voice cracked against my hair. “No bruises? No pain? Tell me you’re okay.”

I shook my head against his chest, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. He exhaled roughly, fingers raking through his own hair as he pulled back just enough to look at me, then turned to bow hastily to Mrs. Castle.

“Mother.”

She nodded once, tight–lipped.

Then Roc’s gaze finally, finally settled on Seraphine.

“How does it happen?”

The question hung in the air, and alongside it came the quiet realization that he was speaking to me as though Seraphine wasn’t even in the room.

I swallowed the sudden bile rising in my throat. This had happened before. Something like this.

Sera had made him angry once, and for months he’d treated her like she didn’t exist. Cold, polite distance, as if she were invisible.

“Roc… it’s my fault Sera did…” I started, trying to take the blame.

His gaze snapped to me sharp, silencing and I swallowed the rest of the words.

“Roc, I’m sorry.”

He nodded once, tight, controlled.

“I know you are.” His voice was low, final. “The case is closed and you’re out of it. Meet me outside. We’re going home.”

He bowed once to Mr. Castle, turned toward the exit.

Seraphine moved swiftly, blocking his path.

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I sighed shakily, already bracing myself. Hell was about to break loose.

“Out of my way,” Roc murmured, voice dangerously soft.

Sera didn’t budge. Her chest rose and fell hard.

“Roc, I’m literally fine. I didn’t get hurt one bit and… and I’m sorry…”

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“I know,” he said, still soft as he stepped closer and cupped her cheek. Even with that tenderness, the tension in the room was suffocating.

He leaned in, kissed her temple, gentle, almost reverent then bypassed her without another word.

My chest heaved with worry.

Begging for Roc’s forgiveness was like begging the moon to reverse its orbit, possible in theory, impossible in practice.

Seraphine’s shoulders sagged. She blinked back tears.

“Dad?” She turned to Mr. Castle, voice small, pleading. “Dad, please, can you help me to…”

“No.” He cut her off before she finished. “You should have thought of that before agreeing to meddle with a closed case.”

“But it’s all for the best.” Her voice cracked. “Between you and me, we know the housekeeper wasn’t the one who committed the murder. Snow and I were just trying to help when Marcus arrived and spoiled the evidence. Father, you can’t do this to me. Just… just help me make Roc see reason. Hmm?”

Mr. Castle sighed once, long, weary and looked between us.

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