Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278

Snowflakes

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I have always known how power shifts in our world like invisible lines drawn in the dirt, where one influential figure’s reach ends. and another’s begins right from there.

I’ve known the name Godlike since I was old enough to understand what fear and reverence sounded like when people whispered it.

They were synonymous with good fortune, unmatched strength, sacred favor. I’d seen Alpha Riis on screens, his presence alone enough to make lesser wolves drop their gaze, and felt the raw weight of his aura even through glass and distance.

But never, not in my wildest, most secret dreams, did I imagine that connection would run this deep, this close.

The Moon Tower accepts only the greatest, the purest. To serve as a priestess from any pack is already a sacred calling few are worthy of.

But to learn that Bloom Godlike doesn’t serve from some distant pack territory, that she stands within the Celestial Ground itself sent my heart leaping in directions I couldn’t name. Awe. Terror. Gratitude so sharp it cut.

The Celestial Ground wasn’t just holy; it was the beating heart of our oldest rites, a place where the veil between wolf and moon was thinnest.

I should have known. Desmond quiet, loyal, devastatingly fine carried himself with that same unshakable stillness Cupid had. Silent power. Unquestioned lineage.

No wonder the energy around Cupid always felt… different. Larger. He wasn’t just strong; he was surrounded by strength, woven from it. That was why he moved through the world so fearlessly. He had never truly been alone.

I stared at him for a long moment without really seeing, lost in the sudden, overwhelming map of who he was, who his last name tied him to.

My vision blurred. I blinked hard, refusing to let the tears fall just yet. Carefully, almost reverently, I folded the appointment letter back into its envelope, pressed the wax seal closed, and set it on the dresser like something fragile and priceless.

Then I walked to the bed, slid beneath the covers, and turned my back to him. I pulled the duvet high, clutching it like armor against the storm inside my chest. Silence stretched. Thick. Heavy. More silence.

Then I couldn’t bear it anymore.

I sat up slowly and turned to face him.

He hadn’t moved. He was still sitting there on the edge of the mattress, patient as stone, green eyes bright and steady in the low lamplight. Waiting. Always waiting for me to find my way back to him.

“I have nothing to give you in return,” I said quietly, the words scraping my throat raw. “Not one single thing to repay you for this, Cupid. It’s an investment with no profit. I can promise you that.”

Sitence fell again, deliberate. Then he shifted, climbing fully onto the bed. One hand rose to cup my cheek; his thumb brushed the corner of my eye where a tear had escaped without permission.

He smiled, so soft it hurt and leaned in to kiss me. Gentle. Lingering. Like he was tasting the truth of my words and finding them

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wanting.

“You think so?” he murmured against my lips, voice low and intimate. “You think there’s nothing you’ve given me? Nothing you’ve already offered?”

“Cupid…”

He pulled back just enough to hold my gaze.

“You gave me your heart.” His thumb traced the curve of my lower lip. “That’s more than enough. More than I ever thought I’d have.”

I swallowed, searching those endless green depths.

“You love me,” he continued simply, “and that is the most priceless thing anyone could give. Because I know… I know that from that love, more will come. Always.”

I drew back slightly, confused, aching. “What more could possibly…”

“If you love someone,” he said, voice steady as bedrock, “you’d do anything for them. One day it might be me on the receiving end. And I know you, Snow. You’ll come through. No matter what. That certainty… that knowledge that you would is already everything to me.”

He drew me closer, arms circling my waist until I was pressed against the solid warmth of him.

“Tomorrow evening we go to the Celestial Ground together. A small ritual. Aunt Bloom has heard your story from the news, from me. She’s rooting for you. Hard. I told her everything about the coma, the suppressed wolf, the memory gaps. She wants to help. And I…” His voice roughened, just for a second. “I love you, Snow. I won’t let a damn coma steal you from me. Not when you fit me this perfectly.”

The tears came then, quiet, unstoppable. They slipped down my cheeks as his words sank deeper than any touch ever could,

They carried weight no other promise had. I went into his arms without another word, curling against his chest.

He rubbed slow, soothing circles along my back, then eased us both down until I was lying half atop him, head tucked under his chin, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.

He pulled the duvet over us both. The waterfall sounds from Eshan’s diffuser continued their gentle loop in the background softly. endless, like the moon pulling the tide.

Comfort wrapped around me, thick and warm, loosening the knots of frustration, fear, exhaustion that had tangled my life into knots.

Tonight there were no questions left to ask. No futures to dread. Just him, his arms, his breath in my hair, the quiet certainty that tomorrow he would stand beside me in the most sacred place our kind knew.

And for the first time in years, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe the mess of my life could still become something. beautiful.

I closed my eyes.

Sleep came soft and fast, cradled in the safest place I’d ever known.