Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 363

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Chapter 363

Chapter 363

Snowflakes

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It flashes before my eyes again. My transformation, the mate bond and my heart burns in a painful blaze. Before I can process it, my body jerks upright. I sit up gasping, breathing hard.

For a long time I can’t pinpoint where I am until 1 perceive the scent, familiar, grounding, protective. I look ahead and see him sitting quietly on the couch.

My biological father.

I swallow and slowly glance around. I’m in his bedroom, larger than any I’ve ever seen, the king–size bed suddenly feeling sinful just to touch. I sit up quickly and sigh.

It is night. The wind blows quietly through the open window, and we are both alone. I’m in a new dress, soft and clean, and somehow, despite everything, it feels peaceful to be here.

“How did I get here?” I ask quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.

In return, he simply continues to look at me without words.

I can’t tell what happened after the chaos, but Cupid… my breath suddenly stops at the thought. I need to see him. I need to know if he’s okay.

I rush to my feet under my father’s watchful eyes. I slip on the shoes by the bed and head for the door when his voice stops me.

“You should stay.”

“I can’t. I have to go see him.”

“Check on your grandma.” His words hold me frozen at the threshold. I stiffen abruptly.

Yes. Grandmother. My father’s mother, who accepted me with wide arms and a warm grin. In fact, she gave me a gift, something sacred words alone can’t describe. A key that opens the door to one single wish.

Ever since she slipped into a coma, she has been confined in the holy bedchamber. No wolfless person could enter but now I have my wolf.

I turn around and settle my gaze on my father. He rises and leads the way without a word. Quietly I follow through the dimly lit hall until we reach the large, sacred space that holds an almost tangible holiness.

I slow down, staring at the single stone walls rising solemnly around us.

“This is where our powers are derived from,” my father says softly, opening the door wide to reveal a quiet chamber with a single bed at its center. “Come in now, dear.”

Around the bed, candles burn steadily. On the bed lies my grandmother, still, eyes closed. A cold chill settles deep into my spine.

Four years. And here she is.

Slowly, quietly, forgetting everything else on my mind for the moment, I make my way to her bedside and settle there to simply stare. She looks pale, fragile, somehow cold even in sleep.

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Chapter 363

Tenderly I reach for her hand, trying to keep the emotions at bay, trying to stop the tears from stinging my eyes. All this becouse of what, really?

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