Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297

Snowflakes

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Eshan was right. When it came to creating awareness across human region’s and werewolf territories, nothing matched the reach of a celebrity adored by both the older and younger generations.

Pinky Pie posted on her timeline, make a live video, raw and unfiltered, detailing the Dark Alley case and her stance against rape.

The caption was simple yet devastating.

“This happened. It’s still happening. And we’re not looking away anymore.”

Within five minutes, the world erupted.

Those who had never heard of it saw it for the first time. Those who had only heard whispers were now fully invested, sharing, commenting, demanding answers.

Pinky’s most devoted fans, millions strong amplified the post until it trended globally in every packs and corners.

In less than an hour, every major billboard in the city cycled the same headline.

DARK ALLEY CASE REOPENED: H.O.W.L. HUNTS THE MONSTERS.

We finally had the attention we needed.

“Alright, guys,” Eshan’s voice pulled me back to reality. He stood at the front of the screen, arms crossed, clearly satisfied but far from relaxed. “Let’s make a recap so far.”

He turned to Quince.

“What’s the update on the second DNA profile still loading from the semen sample?”

“Still loading,” Quince replied, rubbing tired eyes. “But it’s narrowing. We’re close.”

Eshan nodded, then looked at me.

“Anything on the Love Avenue situation?”

“Nothing much yet, but I got a picture,” I said. Quince pulled it up on the screen. “Behind Ares, there’s a man approaching. That’s Kim Krates.”

Silence fell as everyone stared at the image. Sera frowned immediately.

“Kim Krates? So Ares Bani knew Kim Krates four years ago.”

“And they met on the night of the Dark Alley case,” Mr. Gerald added quietly. “That’s more than suspicious. That’s a connection.”

Eshan studied the photo for a long moment, then nodded to me.

“Can you handle it?”

“Yes.”

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“Good.” He exhaled slowly. “The twenty–four–hour extension ends tomorrow morning, but the court and trial timeline still gives us room. Take it slow. No rushing into danger, alright?”

I nodded.

He looked around the room, everyone exhausted, everyone still burning.

“Okay, guys. Let’s all go home tonight. Take a deep breath. Rest. Tomorrow we invite Feroz Alpha to H.O.W.L. for interrogation. So let’s prepare.”

The moment the words left his mouth, footsteps echoed down the corridor.

I turned.

Claudia Feed stepped into the doorway, quiet today, but that familiar smile curved her lips. The joy of finally getting the story she’d fought for all these years. No Daylight News to compete with. No gatekeepers.

She walked forward, bright–eyed, confident.

“Alright, everyone,” she said. “What news should I air?”

I walked out of H.O.W.L. late that evening tired, bone–deep exhausted but strangely lighter.

I pulled out my phone to call Cupid, only to spot my car parked just ahead.

A small smile tugged at my lips. I hurried over but when I reached it, the smile faded.

Desmond sat behind the wheel.

“Hi,” he said quietly.

It took a second for words to form.

“Where’s Cupid?”

“Home,” Desmond replied. “He wants me to drive.”

I climbed into the passenger seat without argument. He reversed smoothly, pulled out, and we drove in silence.

I stole a glance at him.

Tattoos curled around his wrist, similar to Cupid’s, intricate and sacred. From the nape of his neck, more ink crept upward, disappearing beneath his collar.

This was the closest we’d ever been. He was handsome, quietly so, sweet in a way that reminded me of his mother’s gentle pride. A small, unexpected smile curved my mouth.

He caught it. Turned his head slightly.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you the other time on the phone,” he said softly, sincere.

My heart bloomed.

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Chapter 297

What a night to be alive.

We passed a massive billboard. Pinky’s post looped endlessly, Feroz’s name in bold. Tomorrow he will be brought in he’s so dead.

My thoughts scattered when the car slowed.

We were home.

I alighted quickly and rushed inside.

Cupid sat on the couch, eyes fixed on the television, watching the news with rapt attention. That was why he hadn’t come himself. He couldn’t tear himself away from the momentum we’d finally seized.

I paused in the doorway.

He turned.

Our eyes met.

That gaze, knowing, fierce, proud said everything.

We were almost there.

I left all restraint behind and ran to him.

He caught me mid–air, strong arms wrapping around me, lifted me clean off the floor and kissed me like the world was ending and beginning at once.

The victory would be ours soon. The whole world would know who was right and the monsters who thought they could bury the truth?

They were running out of shadows to hide in.