Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340

Chapter 340

Snowflakes

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I literally dragged myself through the front door and collapsed onto the couch. I was bone–deep exhausted, overwhelmed in every way mentally, physically, emotionally.

Days had passed since Mother’s death. As a Crescent omega wolf, her body had been laid to rest quietly in the Pack’s graveyard, while the small funeral ritual, a quiet prayer for her soul was scheduled for a few days later,

Everything had unraveled after that. Marlik had shown up at the hospital that very night.

He didn’t just prove he wanted the pup, he proved Dove was his true mate, and he wanted her too.

He had stayed by her side, taking care of her throughout her hospital stay. But the moment Dove was discharged, she grabbed her bags and went straight back to work.

The triplets were staying safely at Castle Pack, lovingly looked after by Sera while the rest of us tried to piece ourselves back together and heal.

Dove was unsteady, fractured, really. She was hell–bent on avenging her mother’s death, determined to bring justice at any cost. I knew my best friend too well. If her father remained on the run and unpunished, she would never be the same again.

Eshan had tried to help, but the case had been handed to another team. Echo team, our team, already had far too much on our plates.

Ares Bani would face charges in court in just a few days, and the pressure was suffocating.

I let out a shaky sigh and lifted my gaze from the floor. In the heavy silence of my living room, I suddenly found myself face to face with Cupid Godlike. My heart stuttered.

He had been supportive as always. Steady, gentle, offering comfort even while buried in his own demanding work. The campaign for the new skin system had already launched, and I knew how insanely busy he was.

I reached for my bag, intending to pull out my phone, but my eyes caught on the Kim file and the tape.

The one he had just recorded. The one I’d come straight from retrieving. One damning piece of evidence enough to seal Ares‘ fate in a way he never saw coming.

I bit my lower lip, fingers hesitating over my phone. For one heart–stopping second, I wavered. Then I dialed Cupid’s number.

It rang only a few times before I heard movement on the other end.

“Boss, it’s your woman,” Desmond’s voice said, clearly passing the phone.

“Let’s take a few minutes,” someone else replied.

Footsteps, then finally Cupid’s voice came through, warm, intimate after he’d stepped into a quieter space.

“Hey,” he said softly. Before I could answer, the call switched to video. His face filled my screen beautifully, grounding and I couldn’t help the small, tired smile that curved my lips.

He wore a shirt, but it was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hard lines of his abs.

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