Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314

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I pulled my car into the driveway of Mooncrest Pack and paused for several heartbeats, staring at the row of sleek, unmistakable vehicles lined up like silent sentinels. The Frosts. They were here. All of them.

Family meeting? For… for what?

I stepped out quietly, the gravel crunching softly under my shoes.

The pack members scattered across the grounds were unnaturally still, yet I could feel the collective strain.

The way every ear tilted toward the house, desperate not to miss a single word that might drift out from inside.

In the center of the open space, two priestesses knelt on the cold earth, heads bowed low while the rest of the pack watched in heavy silence.

A chill settled deep in my bones. I wondered what they could possibly have done to earn such public judgment.

Tiredly, I made my way toward the house and slowed the moment I crossed the threshold. Everyone was here.

The Frosts. The Mooncrests. All of them seated in tense formation around the living room, a thick stack of documents resting ominously on the low table in the center. My heart twisted painfully at the sight.

It throbbed harder. Perhaps the DNA results had come back proving I wasn’t his daughter after all.

Perhaps he had prepared papers to disown me completely, to sever the last fragile thread. The silence in the room pressed against my ears, thick and suffocating.

I stepped further in, my gaze locking onto Roc and my human family for a long, aching moment.

Every instinct screamed at me to run to them, to bury myself in their arms but I held still. I had to listen. I had to hear whatever words they had come all this way to deliver.

“Come here.” My biological father’s voice reached for me, low and urgent. I turned to him, my heart sinking further. “Come, please.”

He said it with such raw desperation, as though if I didn’t move toward him, he might stop breathing.

Slowly, I crossed the room. He reached out and drew me down beside him, taking my hand in both of his, more tenderly than he had ever touched me in my life.

Then the Beta of Mooncrest Pack approached. The man who almost never smiled. He lifted the documents from the table with careful reverence and extended them toward me.

My fingers trembled violently. I didn’t want more bad news. I couldn’t take it.

“Dad, I…” I started, voice cracking.

He only nodded gently, urging me to read.

I accepted the papers at last. My vision blurred for a heartbeat. Fear, exhaustion before my eyes focused on the stark black print.

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My gaze traveled upward to the names. It says me… and Alpha Herold of Mooncrest Pack.

A shaky sigh escaped me. Tension that had coiled inside my chest for so long suddenly unraveled, leaving me trembling.

I hadn’t realized until this exact second how desperately I had wanted this confirmation. How much it would mean to know, once and for all, that he truly was my father.

The paper quivered in my grip. I lifted my eyes to his face.

I had braced myself for disappointment, rejection, anything cold. Instead, I found pride shining there, bright, unmistakable. But beneath it… sadness. Deep, quiet, unshakable sadness.

“You’re not happy… that I’m your daughter?” My voice came out small, fragile.

He held my gaze in silence for a long moment, jaw tightening as he fought to contain whatever storm raged behind his eyes.

My God, he was every inch an Alpha. Composed, controlled, unbreakable.

When he finally looked back at me, his expression had steadied, but the sadness remained, raw and unhidden. The disappointment lingered too, though I couldn’t tell who it was directed toward.

Words seemed to fail him. He tried, his lips parted but nothing came. Instead, he pulled me into his arms without warning.

I stiffened in shock. Why this sudden tenderness? Why this fierce, protective embrace?

He drew back just enough to search my eyes, his own glistening.

“I still won’t forgive myself,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion. “For everything I’ve done to you. My baby girl. For yelling… for turning a blind eye to your pain… for leaving you to suffer alone. I won’t forgive myself. Ever.”

“Dad…”

“Sign there.” He nodded toward the second document on the table. “From now on, you carry the Mooncrest name. Officially. Go

on.”

I searched his eyes again, searching for any trace of hesitation, any hidden agenda. Finding none, I reached slowly for the pen.

My fingers had just closed around it when a soft, broken sob shattered the silence.

I froze. My gaze lifted from the paper.

It was my mother. She was crying, quiet, wrenching sobs, staring at my father, who refused to meet her eyes. Not even once.

“Herold, please,” she whispered, slowly lowering herself to her knees before him.

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