Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377

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The sun rose slowly, spilling pale gold across the living room floor, finding me exactly where I had collapsed onto the couch the night before, still in yesterday’s clothes, knees drawn up, eyes locked on the framed photograph of Cupid that hung on the opposite wall.

His smile in the picture was easy, unguarded, the one he reserved only for moments when cameras were watching.

Last night, when I stumbled through the door, my mind had been too fractured to form a single coherent thought. This morning, though, clarity had crystallized in the quiet hours before dawn.

Cupid had spent the entire night in H.O.W.L custody, branded a sexual assailant, caged like a criminal.

That was more than enough time.

I pushed myself up, joints stiff, heart leaden but resolute.

In the kitchen I reheated the dinner I had prepared the previous evening, untouched, luckily still fragrant and let the microwave hum while I moved to the bathroom.

The shower was scalding, deliberate; I stood under the spray until the water turned my skin pink and the steam clouded every mirror, as though I could wash away the filth of betrayal that clung to me.

Back in the bedroom I dressed with mechanical precision. Slim black trousers, a crisp white top that buttoned to the throat, and knee–high heels that clicked with authority against the hardwood.

I gathered my hair into a high, severe ponytail, securing it with a simple black band. No makeup. No jewelry. Just the armor of

purpose.

The microwave chimed. I portioned the food into a thermal container, zipped it into an insulated lunch bag, and was reaching for my keys when the doorbell rang, sharp, official.

I froze.

Cautiously I approached the door and opened it to two women in tailored blazers, documents clutched in manicured hands. They offered polite, practiced smiles.

“Good morning, Miss Snow,” the first said. “We’re from the Pack Asset Registry Office. We’re here to serve you this notice.”

She extended the envelope. I took it, fingers steady even as dread coiled in my stomach. The header leaped out at me,

Notice of Disownment and Asset Reclamation. Cupid Godlike.

Alpha Ruis was formally disowning him. All properties registered under the name Cupid Godlike‘ were to be seized by the Alpha 1, the occupant of one such property, was ordered to vacate within seven days.

“Cupid owns these properties,” I said, voice low but edged. “How can his father simply take them?”

The second woman answered with the calm detachment of someone who delivered devastation daily.

“All deeds and titles were executed under the legal designation ‘Cupid Godlike. Upon formal disownment by the Alpha, that

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designation loses legitimacy within pack law. The assets revert to the Alpha’s control. Thank you for your cooperation.”

They turned and left before I could summon another word. I stood in the open doorway, document trembling slightly in my hand, watching their car disappear down the drive.

Under werewolf law? What archaic, convenient statute had been dusted off for this very moment?

I closed the door, leaned my forehead against it, and exhaled shakily. Alpha Ruis was moving with ruthless speed.

I had to move faster.

And there was only one person who could truly help now.

Cupid himself.

“I’ve always known that Alpha was a crook,” Marlik said, jaw tight as he paced the narrow space beside Yasmin’s hospital bed. “A greedy, power–drunk bastard who stole Jahan from us when he was barely thirteen. I still don’t understand why Jahan kept loving and respecting him after everything. But at least now the mask is off. We finally see the monster underneath.”

He exhaled roughly, troubled, and stopped to look at me.

“What are we going to do now, Snow?”

We were in Yasmin’s private ward. She still hadn’t woken, her face pale against the white pillow, chest rising and falling in shallow, mechanical rhythm.

I shook my head slowly, then reached into the bag I had carried and pulled out the breakfast container along with one of Cupid’s T- shirts. Soft, black, still carrying the faintest trace of his scent.

“You should change and eat something,” I said tiredly, handing them over. “You’ve been here all night.”

He accepted them without protest, but his gaze never left my face.

“Has she woken at all since last night?”

“No. But the doctor says she’s stable. The internal damage is healing, slowly.” I turned to study Yasmin’s still form, throat tight.

“Marlik… I went to the Godlike pack last night. I confronted Alpha Ruis. I begged him to help Cupid, to tell the truth. He just sat there, planning a cruise vacation with his ‘real‘ children while Cupid rots in a cell.”

Marlik’s expression darkened to something murderous. “And Almira? The supposed victim?”

“I couldn’t sense her anywhere in the pack. Her energy was gone. Desmond, too. It’s like they’ve all vanished.” I rubbed my temples. “This feels like conspiracy. Like they needed Cupid erased completely. And now they’re seizing his properties, his accounts, everything.”

My voice trailed off as I caught the sudden shift on Marlik’s face.

When I mentioned the properties, something flickered behind his eyes, recognition, then a grim resignation. He looked away, swallowing hard.

“It’s because of the fine dust,” he murmured.

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