Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 373

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I switched off the stove after the last pot had finished simmering, wiped down the counter with slow, methodical strokes, and headed toward the bedroom for a much–needed shower. But I froze mid–step the instant I crossed the threshold.

Cupid was awake.

“Cupid,” I breathed, joy flooding my voice as I hurried to his side.

Never in my life had the sight of someone stirred such pure, overwhelming happiness in me.

I searched his eyes, those striking green depths, and found them clearer now, calmer, carrying the quiet readiness to face whatever storm might come next.

“Cupid, are you okay?” I asked, my hand already reaching for his.

He nodded once, then again, his gaze roaming my face as though reassuring himself I was real.

He shifted, leaning back against the headboard, staring into the middle distance for a long moment before he inhaled gently, nostrils flaring.

“You made dinner?”

“Yeah.” A wide, involuntary smile broke across my lips. “Plenty. We’ll take some to the hospital soon. Yasmin and Desmond are on their way. Yasmin needs to clean up and change first.”

I rose to undress for the shower, peeling off my clothes without hurry.

His eyes lifted immediately, following every movement, tracing the lines of my body with unapologetic hunger. No pretense, no averted gaze. Just raw, reverent appreciation.

I had grown accustomed to the way Cupid regarded me, as though my form were the singular perfection in both the human world and the werewolf realm.

He looked at me the way a starving man might regard the only meal that could ever satisfy him, willing to devour me raw, again and again, and still never have his fill.

A secret thrill curled through me at the intensity of it. I smiled to myself, savoring how his gaze pampered every inch of exposed skin, before I slipped into the bathroom.

The shower was brisk. When I stepped back into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, Cupid hadn’t moved from his spot.

He was still gazing into that same distant point, but now his expression had deepened into something far more contemplative.

almost troubled.

“Care to share?” I asked lightly, feigning casual curiosity as I padded toward the closet.

He turned his head toward me and shrugged one shoulder. “I’m thinking about last night,” he said softly, no trace of evasion in his

tone. “The love we made.”

I paused, fingers tightening on the hanger I’d just pulled free. Heat rushed into my cheeks.

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Why bring that up now? I glanced at him, caught off guard, then quickly looked away, pretending to rummage deeper in the closet.

“Your werewolf is beautiful,” he continued from behind me, voice low and reverent. “Just like you.”

I swallowed hard. Yes, my werewolf. He had seen her. Truly seen her. The vulnerability of that moment lingered between us like smoke.

I turned, ready to respond, but his phone shattered the quiet with a sharp ring. Cupid frowned at the screen.

“Why is Beta Sky calling me?” he muttered, almost to himself, before swiping to answer.

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the voice on the other end carried clearly through the receiver.

“Cupid, you have to come. Your sister has been assaulted.”

The words struck him like a physical blow. I watched him flinch, visibly, violently.

Assaulted? His sister?

“Almira? What happened to…” He didn’t finish. The line went dead. Cupid froze, phone still pressed to his ear, eyes wide with stunned disbelief.

“Cupid…”

“I should go,” he said abruptly, already swinging his legs off the bed.

He paused only long enough to snatch his phone again, dialing Desmond this time. It rang… and rang… no answer. He looked up at me, urgency sharpening every line of his face.

“Snow, you can track any scent now, right?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Please try calling Desmond. When they get here, tell him I’ve gone home and he needs to come fast. Track Yasmin’s scent if you can.”

“Alright,” I said, nodding quickly to his clipped instructions.

He yanked on his boots with frantic haste and strode out, leaving the door ajar behind him.

I stood there, breath trembling in my lungs, mind racing back to that poised, beautiful young woman who had sat beside me in the courtroom during Feroz’s hearing. Calm, composed, fiercely loyal.

Almira. Please… be alright.

I was still whispering the silent prayer when my own phone rang, jolting me hard enough to make my heart stutter. Desmond name flashed on the screen. I answered instantly.

“Desmond, Cupid has already…”

“Please help me. Help.” The voice was small, broken, drenched in terror.

My heart plummeted.

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