Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Snowflakes

He stared at the document in my

hands.

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I saw the brief loss of control he tried so hard to suppress.

Without a word, he tore the document in half.

Finished

The sound of ripping paper echoed through the library as fragments scattered through the air like falling snow. His eyes never left mine.

“If this is about Lencia, the secretary, I’ll move her to another department. Another branch. Or I’ll fire her. But I am not divorcing you, Snow. Forget it.”

I almost laughed.

He still didn’t understand.

It was never about her.

It was about him.

As I turned to leave, the question I had carried all night finally escaped my lips.

“Do you love her?”

“Viviana.”

He froze.

I turned back slowly, meeting his gaze.

“When I entered the Mooncrest pack at fifteen, everyone said you loved her your whole life,” I continued evenly. “That you only ever looked at her.”

I swallowed.

“Do you love her?”

After a moment, his tension eased. Relief flickered across his face.

He walked toward me, slipping effortlessly into the role he had perfected. His hands settled at my waist, warm, possessive, once comforting, now suffocating.

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“You’re the only woman I love, Snow,” he said softly. “You’re my wife. No one can replace you. You have a special place in my heart.”

But at this moment, I couldn’t bring myself to listen to a single word of his explanation.

My heart felt like it was being torn apart as I shoved him away, my voice ripping from my throat as I cried out,

“You forgot last night,” I said. “It was supposed to be our first night together. Our consummation night.”

His body stiffened.

I saw the moment he remembered.

Too late.

He was the one who insisted I undergo healing. We chose the date together.

Last night, he wasn’t here.

“You forgot,” I finished, my voice tremble. “Because I was never important to you.”

I stepped out of his arms. The weight I’d carried for years lifted all at once. I wiped my tears, returned the book in my hands to the shelf, and walked past him.

“Sign the divorce papers is good for both of us.”

“No way!” He shouted at once.

Looking at him, it seems I never knew this man. I turned around disappointedly, “I’ll get ready for the dinner we have with my parents.”

I know he won’t divorce me easily, but he has forgotten one thing. He had forgotten who I am. A Frost. And the legacy of Frost is justice.

My human grandfather runs a law firm, and my eldest brother, Roc, works as a judge in there. One of the twins is a lawyer there as well. They will know how to get me a divorce, quietly, quickly, without mess.

But now, I must go to Mooncrest Pack, where my biological family lives. I agreed to go for one purpose. That is to find out if they knew Viviana orchestrated my downfall four years ago.

The ride to Mooncrest Pack was as silent as ever. Sitting beside Ares is one of the last things I now want, but I know I can’t avoid it. He is still my husband now.

When the pack gate opened, the chauffeur drove into the Alpha’s garage and parked. I grabbed

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my bag, already reaching for the door, when Ares’s hand settles on mine.

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He looks apologetic, remorseful. If I were still foolish, I might have fallen for that soft gaze.

“Snow, let’s stop fighting,” he murmurs as if I never filed divorce papers to him.

“You know what tonight means, for you, for us. Fine, how about we pick another day to make love? How about tonight when we come home? You know I have even pick names for our pups.

I don’t respond. I coldly shrugged off his hand and turn to the door and get out. Without waiting for him, I walk into the hall.

Unlike human homes, packs are filled with a sacred energy that carries the moon goddess’s

presence.

The maids lined up in the hall bow as I pass, and I make my way into the living room, where my family is already seated at the long dining table.

My father, the Alpha of Mooncrest Pack, white beard, sharp grey eyes, a man carved from authority. My mother, the Luna, sits beside him, her gaze cold on me.

As a mother, I once believed she’d be different. But she seems to despise me the most, the fact that I am her biological daughter only fuels her resentment.

My two brothers, Nero and Dante, sit across from each other, both staring. But my gaze moves immediately to the screen on the wall. Viviana’s video call. They never eat without her, no matter the time zone.

I bow my head politely.

“Father. Mother.”

Ares’s voice comes behind me as he offers his greeting. He shakes my brothers‘ hands before pulling out a chair for me. I sit stiffly beside him.

“We thought Snow wouldn’t come,” my mother says, her tight voice dripping with disdain. A pointed jab, early, intentional.

Before, I would’ve forced a polite smile. Tried to defend myself, to earn a bronze of warmth. But I know better now. It’s pointless.

I look down at the dishes laid before me. I haven’t eaten anything since last night. I spent the night drowning in thoughts of Ares’s betrayal, his lies, his hidden life. The food looks delicious, and I reach for my spoon.

But Dante suddenly slams his fist on the table, and hurled the hot soup from the table onto me.

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“You’re the only woman I love, Snow,” he said softly. “You’re my wife. No one can replace you. You have a special place in my heart.”

But at this moment, I couldn’t bring myself to listen to a single word of his explanation.

My heart felt like it was being torn apart as I shoved him away, my voice ripping from my throat as I cried out,

“You forgot last night,” I said. “It was supposed to be our first night together. Our consummation night.”

His body stiffened.

I saw the moment he remembered.

Too late.

He was the one who insisted I undergo healing. We chose the date together.

Last night, he wasn’t here.

“You forgot,” I finished, my voice tremble. “Because I was never important to you.”

I stepped out of his arms. The weight I’d carried for years lifted all at once. I wiped my tears, returned the book in my hands to the shelf, and walked past him.

“Sign the divorce papers is good for both of us.”

“No way!” He shouted at once.

Looking at him, it seems I never knew this man. I turned around disappointedly, “I’ll get ready for the dinner we have with my parents.”

I know he won’t divorce me easily, but he has forgotten one thing. He had forgotten who I am. A Frost. And the legacy of Frost is justice.

My human grandfather runs a law firm, and my eldest brother, Roc, works as a judge in there. One of the twins is a lawyer there as well. They will know how to get me a divorce, quietly, quickly, without mess.

But now, I must go to Mooncrest Pack, where my biological family lives. I agreed to go for one purpose. That is to find out if they knew Viviana orchestrated my downfall four years ago.

The ride to Mooncrest Pack was as silent as ever. Sitting beside Ares is one of the last things I now want, but I know I can’t avoid it. He is still my husband now.

When the pack gate opened, the chauffeur drove into the Alpha’s garage and parked. I grabbed

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my bag, already reaching for the door, when Ares’s hand settles on mine.

Finished

He looks apologetic, remorseful. If I were still foolish, I might have fallen for that soft gaze.

“Snow, let’s stop fighting,” he murmurs as if I never filed divorce papers to him.

“You know what tonight means, for you, for us. Fine, how about we pick another day to make love? How about tonight when we come home? You know I have even pick names for our pups.”

I don’t respond. I coldly shrugged off his hand and turn to the door and get out. Without waiting for him, I walk into the hall.

Unlike human homes, packs are filled with a sacred energy that carries the moon goddess’s

presence.

The maids lined up in the hall bow as I pass, and I make my way into the living room, where my family is already seated at the long dining table.

My father, the Alpha of Mooncrest Pack, white beard, sharp grey eyes, a man carved from authority. My mother, the Luna, sits beside him, her gaze cold on me.

As a mother, I once believed she’d be different. But she seems to despise me the most, the fact that I am her biological daughter only fuels her resentment.

My two brothers, Nero and Dante, sit across from each other, both staring. But my gaze moves immediately to the screen on the wall. Viviana’s video call. They never eat without her, no matter the time zone.

I bow my head politely.

“Father. Mother.”

Ares’s voice comes behind me as he offers his greeting. He shakes my brothers‘ hands before pulling out a chair for me. I sit stiffly beside him.

“We thought Snow wouldn’t come,” my mother says, her tight voice dripping with disdain. A pointed jab, early, intentional.

Before, I would’ve forced a polite smile. Tried to defend myself, to earn a bronze of warmth. But I know better now. It’s pointless.

I look down at the dishes laid before me. I haven’t eaten anything since last night. I spent the night drowning in thoughts of Ares’s betrayal, his lies, his hidden life. The food looks delicious, and I reach for my spoon.

But Dante suddenly slams his fist on the table, and hurled the hot soup from the table onto me.

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“Viviana hasn’t answered the call. How dare you eat first?”

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