Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277

Snowflakes

To say I was exhausted when I finally pulled into the driveway would be an understatement.

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My whole body felt like lead wrapped in cotton, every muscle protesting the long hours hunched over files, the tension of the day coiled tight in my spine.

I opened the car door, clutched my bag against my chest like a shield, and started the short walk to the front door.

Before I could even reach for the handle, it swung open.

Cupid stood there, barefoot again. This time he has a Joggers trousers and t–shirt, sleeves pushed up to reveal the corded strength of his forearms, tattoos lined up.

The porch light caught the soft fall of his bangs, turning them almost silver at the edges. His eyes found mine instantly, warm, steady, and something inside me unraveled at the sight.

He didn’t speak. He just opened his arms.

I walked straight into them, pressing my forehead to the center of his chest. His heartbeat thudded strong and even beneath my ear; his scent, warm skin, faint soap, the faintest trace of the dinner he must have cooked earlier wrapped around me like a blanket.

He kissed my temple once, soft, lingering, then tilted

my chin up

to search my eyes.

“How tired you look,” he murmured, voice low and rough with concern. Then his mouth found mine slowly, gentle, but deep enough that I melted against him, knees threatening to give out.

“Let’s get you inside. I ran you a bath.”

He took my bag without asking, set it aside, then lifted me effortlessly, bridal–style, carrying me through the house like I weighed nothing.

I looped my arms around his neck and let myself be carried, too drained to protest, too grateful to speak.

In the bedroom he set me gently on my feet. His fingers found the hem of my blouse, brushing the skin beneath as he peeled the fabric away slowly, reverent, like unwrapping something fragile, then the bra, panties.

I stood naked before him, skin prickling in the cool air, but his gaze never turned hungry. It stayed soft, Tender. Caring.

He lifted me again, carried me into the bathroom. Steam curled from the surface of the tub; the water smelled faintly of lavender and eucalyptus.

He lowered me in carefully, and the heat enveloped me like a sigh. I leaned back, eyes drifting closed, trying and failing to relax.

My mind kept racing about Ares tomorrow, the lie about Love Avenue, the early summons, Rusi’s inevitable arrival. The plan had to

work. It had to.

Cupid knelt beside the tub. His hands moved over me, gentle washes with a soft cloth, thumbs pressing lightly into the knots along my shoulders, my neck, the small of my back.

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Every touch was careful, deliberate, soothing the ache without demanding anything in return. I opened my eyes and watched him quietly, focused, almost serene.

In this moment he seemed like a different man entirely from the one who’d fucked me until dawn last night. And gods, I loved both versions so much it hurt.

He finished, helped me stand, wrapped me in a thick towel, then carried me back to the bedroom. He slipped a simple silk nightgown over my head. Soft rose–pink, one I barely remembered owning, and smoothed it down my hips with both palms.

“I should bring your dinner,” he said.

I shook my head.

“I ate at H.O.W.L. already. Sera and I.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” My voice came out quiet. I walked to the dresser and sank onto the padded stool in front of the mirror.

The wrapped presents from yesterday sat untouched on the vanity. Sera’s elegant box, Eshan’s simple kraft paper, Cupid’s heavier, unmarked one. “We shared the lunch you packed this evening. Then Eshan treated us to dinner before we left. I’m sorry I will pass on your dinner.”

Cupid didn’t reply. He simply sat on the edge of the bed behind me, watching my reflection in the mirror. I met his eyes for a second, steady, patient then looked down.

I reached for Sera’s gift first. The paper tore softly; inside lay a diamond bracelet. Delicate chain, pavé–set stones catching the lamplight like captured stars.

The kind of piece only someone born into generational wealth could give without blinking. My heart sank a little.

Next, Eshan’s gift. I unwrapped the kraft paper to find a beautiful aromatherapy diffuser, matte black, sleek lines and a set of scented candles in glass jars. Tucked beneath was a handwritten note on thick cream cardstock.

Be happy, Snow, and relax. We all love you. Don’t forget that.

My throat tightened. I swallowed hard, reached over, and plugged in the diffuser.

A soft waterfall sound began, gentle, rhythmic, instantly calming. I placed it on the nightstand, smiling faintly at the way the room seemed to breathe easier.

“It’s from my brother,” I told Cupid quietly. “Eshan.”

He nodded once, eyes never leaving me.

Then I turned to his gift.

My fingers hesitated over the plain black wrapping. No ribbon, no flourish, just quiet weight.

I peeled it open carefully. Inside was only an envelope, thick cream stock, sealed with a wax imprint ! recognized instantly.

The sacred sigil of a full moon encircled by celestial runes. Beneath it, embossed in golden foil, the name that sent ice and fire. racing down my spine at once.

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Moon Tower. Celestial Ground.

My breath caught. I unfolded the single sheet inside with trembling fingers.

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