Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371

Chapter 371

Ares

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The hospital was already descending into pandemonium the moment Feroz was wheeled through the emergency doors.

Reporters swarmed like vultures scenting blood, microphones thrust forward, cameras flashing in relentless bursts, all desperate for a single word, a grimace, anything from the notorious patient they could splash across headlines.

But the Echo team had arrived tonight, so no one got past them. Not tonight.

Among the controlled storm stood Feroz’s mother, also Snow’s mother, the former Luna of Mooncrest, her face a mask of regal fury barely containing her terror.

lingered across the hall, half–hidden in the shadowed alcove of the emergency wing, watching everything unfold like a slow- motion tragedy.

‘He had my drugs! Let go of me. I need to get them!” Feroz’s voice cracked through the din, ragged and obsessive.

He had been repeating the same frantic plea since they dragged him in, thrashing weakly against the restraints.

The doctors and nurses ignored the outburst entirely, focused solely on stabilizing him.

They forced him flat onto the gurney; a nurse swiftly administered an injection to calm his racing vitals.

His wolf refused to heal him, his injuries lingered, angry and unknitting and his remaining eye was swollen shut, the socket a bruised, blackened ruin.

I had only recently recovered my own human fragility after everything, still marveling at how vulnerable a body could feel without the wolf’s resilience.

I wondered, idly at first, who could have struck Feroz so brutally, then the screech of tires on wet asphalt shattered my thoughts. A car barreled recklessly into the ambulance bay, drawing every eye.

I froze.

Snow strode through the sliding doors like a tempest given form. I had seen her angry before, cold fury, quiet rage but this was something darker, more lethal.

Her face was a shifting mask of expressions. Grief, resolve, and beneath it all, a chilling promise of retribution. She looked like she had come not to heal, but to finish what someone else had started.

Eshan spotted her immediately. His frown deepened, brotherly concern warting with disapproval

“You weren’t supposed to be here,” he said quietly, stepping toward her.

Snow didn’t even glance his way. She walked straight to Feroz’s bedside, planting herself before him with unyielding calm.

The moment he registered her presence, he shoved himself upright against the pillows, jaw clenched, the one good eye blaring with defiance.

“You know about it, don’t you?” he snarled. “About my drugs being stolen by your boyfriend!

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The accusation landed like a thunderclap. A hush rippled outward; every ear in the ward strained to listen.

Cupid… stole the drugs? From the other warehouse? The implication hung heavy, electric.

Snow didn’t flinch.

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“If I’d known you’d completely lost your mind,” she replied, voice clipped and cutting, “perhaps I would have brought a psychiatrist instead.” She tilted her head, regarding him with clinical disdain. “You’re fretting over some missing drugs after you’ve ruined lives, murdered people as though they were nothing. Killed your own father and dared to call it… what? Justice? Vengeance?”

“Shut your mouth, you bastard!” The former Luna surged forward, eyes flashing with maternal outrage, glaring down at Snow as though she could will her into submission. “If you have nothing good to say, leave.”

Silence swallowed the room again, thick and suffocating. Snow slowly shifted her gaze to the woman who had birthed her and the disdain that flickered across her features was visceral, almost tangible.

Once, those eyes had held fragile hope for acknowledgment, for love. Now they looked upon her mother like something filthy, something irritating that refused to be ignored.

“Maybe you should start getting your facts straight, ma’am,” Snow said, each word deliberate and venomous. “Your other children are the real bastards. I’m the only biological one. In fact, you should be thanking me for saving your life.

“My father let you walk free after everything you did, cheating on him for over three decades, driving my grandmother into a coma and still you have the shameless audacity to stand here fretting over your psychotic firstborn, who is, frankly, beyond salvation…”

She spoke faster now, the words pouring out like poison long held back.

Her mother’s face flushed crimson; she raised her hand to strike. Snow caught the wrist mid–air with startling speed and shoved it away, the motion so swift and final that the older woman staggered, stunned into silence.

Snow scoffed softly, right in her face.

“Those days are gone, ma’am. The dark days when you could hurt me and walk away untouched. Now I see you for exactly who you are.”

“1 should have aborted you when I had the chance,” her mother hissed, voice trembling with rage. “I should never have given birth to you!”

Snow brushed the words aside like dust. A slow, dangerous smile curved her lips.

“You made a mistake. I believe those words were meant for your son, the serial killer lying right there.” She turned her gaze back to Feroz. “The one who murdered his own father, stabbing him over and over. The only true victim was the man who fell for the wrong woman and fathered a monster.”

Feroz’s expression hardened.

“If you think those words will break me, you’re wrong,”

Snow leaned in close, eyes locking onto his. Silence stretched taut between them. Then she shook her head slowly, the motion heavy with unmistakable pity.

Feroz’s brow arched. “What?”

She bent nearer still. I leaned forward instinctively, straining to catch the whisper meant only for him.

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