The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 558

Chapter 558

Snowflakes

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I finished dressing the table for breakfast, arranging the plates and utensils with careful precision, the scent of fresh pancakes and sizzling bacon filling the air.

I turned to wait for the tea to finish brewing, my gaze drifting lazily beyond the window into the serene morning outside.

Soft snowflakes danced downward in a gentle cascade, blanketing the world in pristine white, and a small, genuine smile curved my lips.

Come to think of it, I had recovered so much of myself, the strength returning to my limbs, the fog lifting from my mind.

Staring out at the peaceful, calm atmosphere, a profound sense of tranquility washed over me, here in this hidden sanctuary, wrapped in the warmth of being with him.

My thoughts wandered deeper, unbidden and sweet.

What would life be like if he were truly my husband?

A devoted man whose eyes would never stray to another woman, seeing only me, desiring only me.

One who cherished me beyond measure, to the point where I felt utterly adored, deeply appreciated.

A partner who understood the depths of my soul even when I couldn’t, or wouldn’t explain it all, reading me like an open book with gentle intuition.

That tender fantasy brought a soft glow to my cheeks, the smile lingering… only for it to gradually fade as reality crept in.

Then I felt it. The delicious warmth radiating from behind me, a familiar heat that told me he was here, awake, his presence enveloping me like a lover’s embrace before he even touched me.

I turned slowly, my breath catching at the sight of Cupid standing in the doorway, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity I couldn’t quite decipher, deep, piercing, laced with something raw and unspoken.

For a heart–stopping moment, he simply drank me in with pure awe, as if I were a vision he couldn’t believe was real.

His hair was tousled and disheveled from sleep, falling in sexy waves over his forehead, and he wore only those low–slung shorts that hugged his hips perfectly, leaving his broad, bare chest on full display, muscles sculpted and glistening faintly in the morning light, every ridge and contour begging to be traced by my fingers, my lips.

He stepped closer, his brows furrowing in a mix of awe and curiosity, that powerful body moving with effortless grace.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice low and husky from sleep, eyes flickering over the breakfast spread before returning to mine, searching.

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“What else?” I replied with a playful smile, my pulse quickening under his stare. “Making us breakfast.”

He searched my eyes deeper then, that awe intensifying as if checking for signs I’d lost my mind or perhaps marveling at this domestic, vibrant version of me.

“But you were healing,” he murmured, concern threading his tone. “Shouldn’t you be in bed or something?”

Before I could protest, he reached for my hand tenderly, his warm Gingers intertwining with mine, sending sparks up my arm as he gently led me to sit on the chair at the dining table.

“Snow?”

“I’m fine, Cupid,” I assured him, my voice soft and steady, a small Smile playing on my lips as I squeezed

his hand.

Then I shrugged, a touch of wonder in my own words.

“I woke up this morning and I just… felt fine. Stronger. And I wanted to cook for you, after all, you’ve barely rested since we got here, always watching over me.”

His face softened with lingering concern, those dark eyes melting into mine, and it made my heart flutter, a warm ache blooming in my chest. Just then, the kettle whistled sharply, steam rising in fragrant curls.

“Oh, I have to…” I murmured, starting to rise, but his gaze held me for a beat longer before I attended to it.

As I poured the steaming tea, the aromatic blend filling the air, I could feel his eyes on me, intense, heated, tracing the curve of my back, the sway of my hips, making my skin tingle with awareness.

Suddenly, his cellphone rang, blaring insistently through the quiet kitchen.

He frowned, a flash of irritation crossing his features, and sluggishly stepped out, leaving me with a soft smile at his retreating form, that strong back, the play of muscles as he moved.

I finished pouring the tea, cleaning up the counters with light movements, when the sound of footsteps returned.

Lifting my eyes, I saw Cupid in the doorway again, phone still pressed to his ear, but now his expression was stunned, almost disbelieving as he stared at me.

I paused, curiosity spiking.

“Yes?” I prompted softly, but words seemed to fail him.

He looked at me in prolonged silence, emotions swirling in his eyes, before finally finding his voice.

“Your health issues were aired last night,” he said quietly, the weight of it hanging heavy. “Right after the case of Mr. Lins was officially reopened. It’s the talk of the media now. Desmond just called.”

A chill swept through me, freezing me in place.

What illness? What health issues?

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My traind recled.

How could this be out there! If word spread too far, even the Mooncrest could suffer the fallout, reputations shattered, secrets exposed.

I stared at him in shock, as if he’d spoken in tongues. By all the gods my illness couldn’t be public or else everything unraveled.

Lost in the spiraling thoughts, my knees buckled weakly, but Cupid was there in an instant, his strong arms wrapping around me from behind, guiding me gently to sit, his body a solid, reassuring heat against mine.

I sat there, mind racing, piecing together the betrayal.

Who could have leaked it? Not Cupid. He was the only one outside my family who knew the full truth.

It couldn’t be him. Then it hit me like ice down my spine. The puzzle clicked. The only other who knew, beyond my brothers, my dad, and Cupid… was Viviana.

“Cupid, I think I’ll have to go home,” I said, the words slipping out before I could cage them, urgency lacing my voice. He nodded immediately, understanding flickering in his eyes.

“You eat first and take your pills,” he instructed firmly yet tenderly. “I’ll take a quick bath and come.”

He brushed a knuckle along my cheek before walking out, leaving me with the ghost of his touch.

I nodded obediently, forcing myself to eat, but the pancakes tasted like ash in my mouth. Bitter, heavy with pain and rising anger.

Stirred to my limits, a fire ignited within. If Viviana was behind this, perhaps it was time I stopped being so kind, so forgiving.

About an hour later, we were fully ready to leave. The dishes washed and tucked away, the cabin restored

to order.

Cupid led me through the hidden door to his underground garage, his hand at the small of my back, protective and warm.

He opened the car door for me like a gentleman, and I settled into the passenger seat beside the wheel, staring blankly ahead, thoughts churning.

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