The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 684

Chapter 684

Cupid

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The living room felt like a cage tonight. Walls too close, air too thick, every shadow sharper than it should

Marlik’s house in the heart of the city had always been a sanctuary, all warm wood and soft lights, but right now it pressed in on me like a warning.

The courtroom broadcast still echoed in my skull. Feroz Alpha’s voice, low and lethal, promising vengeance on whoever dared move his stolen empire.

A vow. A threat. The first of its kind ever uttered in open session, before a judge, before the world’s unblinking eyes. Historic. Unprecedented. And aimed straight at me.

It had taken only seconds after he spoke for the realization to slam home. He hadn’t surrendered to justice.

He had surrendered to force my hand. To make me, the shadow who had quietly claimed those warehouses, stand up in public and declare his poison would never touch the streets.

A message carved in front of cameras, judges, and every pack that still whispered the moon goddess’s

name.

He knew I was watching. He knew I would hear every word. And gods help me, I believed he would keep that promise.

I lifted the wine glass to my lips again, letting the rich, dark taste roll over my tongue, something to ground me while my mind raced.

Raced not in fear, never but in relief. My goodness. Finally he is out of his way, at the destination I can sneak in and kill him. I smile half to myself.

I had come here with Desmond straight to Marlik’s house for the hearing. Yesterday had been brutal, endless hours coordinating the first batch, making sure every crate was accounted for, every runner in place, every safe house ready.

Last night had been worse. I hadn’t slept at all. I’d paced the warehouse floors myself, eyes burning, checking seals, counting vials, waiting for the gavel to fall and Feroz to be locked away forever.

Then he’d opened his mouth and turned the verdict into a declaration of war.

A small, bitter smile tugged at the corner of my mouth as I remembered his exact words. Credit wh fib

was due. The bastard was clever. He knew exactly who we were.

He knew what we were capable of. But he had no idea, no idea, what happened when someone threatened my blood like that.

We didn’t answer threats with noise. We answered them quietly. Methodically. Permanently. Whatever it took to make sure his plan never saw daylight.

“Jahan?”

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Marik’s voice pulled me back. I lifted my gaze slowly.

We were all here. Desmond sat alone on the smaller couch, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like he could burn holes through it.

Mother and Yasmin shared the longer sofa, shoulders touching, faces pale.

Domestic staff moved silently in the background. Trays, glasses, quiet footsteps but no one spoke.

Marlik stood in the center of the room, arms folded, staring down at rae with that unyielding seriousness he reserved for moments when the world was about to crack open.

“Jahan,” he said again, quieter, but no less certain. “You should return his drugs.”

The glass slipped from my fingers.

I caught it an inch from the marble, barely before it could shatter. My heart slammed against my ribs. I set the stem down with exaggerated care, then looked up at him like he had lost his damn mind.

“Marlik…” The word came out low, dangerous.

“Don’t.” He stepped closer, eyes blazing. “Don’t even start. Listen to me. I know you. I know what you can do. I believed you when you said you had this locked down. But this?”

He jerked his chin toward the invisible weight of Feroz’s threat still hanging in the air.

“This isn’t a war you win without bodies. And it won’t be yours on the ground. You might bury him in the end, you always do, but think. Really think. Your girlfriend. Our sister. Mom.”

His gaze flicked to the sofa for half a second, then back to me.

“He will go straight for the people who mean everything to you. He’s already proven he’ll do the unthinkable. You know that better than anyone.”

My heartbeat slowed to something painful and heavy. He was right. Brutally, sickeningly right. But the way he’d said it, right in front of her, as though Mother weren’t sitting there breathing the same air lit a fuse inside me.

She was staring between us now, confusion carving deeper lines into her face. Her hands twisted together in her lap, knuckles whitening.

“What drugs?” Her voice was small at first, then sharper with rising panic. “Whose drugs are you tal about?”

She stopped, eyes locking onto mine.

“Marlik is wrong. Jahan is a model. He advertises for his father’s company. He told me himself.” A desperate, trembling hope entered her tone. “Right, Jahan? That’s all you do. Right?”

Silence crashed down like a physical weight.

I swallowed hard, throat suddenly sandpaper-dry. Words I’d buried for years refused to surface.

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She waited. Fingers rubbing together faster now. I’raying. Begging every ancestor she’d ever lit incense for that this was a mistake.

“You didn’t…” Her voice cracked open. “You’re not involved in any crime, Jahan. Right?”

I turned my head slowly toward Marlik. My jaw locked so tight I tasted blood.

“You will pay for this,” I said, each word carved from ice. “I swear it.”

The threat hadn’t even finished leaving my mouth before Mother’s sharp gasp tore through the room.

Her face drained of color in an instant. Ashen, fragile, like she might shatter if she breathed too hard.

Yasmin reached for her hand, shaking her head slowly, silently pleading with me to take it back.

Yasmin spoke first, voice soft but steady.

“While I was still trapped in Feroz’s harem, we only ever heard whispers about the warehouses. He’ll get those drugs back. If he can’t…” She let the rest hang, heavy and final. “Then he’ll make damn sure you never sell them.”

I rolled my eyes, sharp and furious.

“We will sell them.”

“Jahan!” Marlik snapped.

I match his energy, temper finally breaking free like a dam giving way.

“What the fuck do you want me to do? Wave my hands and make it disappear? The product is already in the stream, deep in the underworld. It’s moving. Contacts are locked in. I can’t just… return it. It doesn’t work like that.”

“Then go into the underworld and take it back.” His voice was steel wrapped in calm. “You’re the boss. The King.”

“I have people I answer to.” The admission tasted like bile. “This isn’t some crew I threw together like nothing. The structure has stood for decades, longer than any of us have been breathing. There are rules. Law. Obligations. I walk away without permission, they bury us all.”

“Then retire.”

The voice was quiet. Too quiet.

I turned.

Mother stated seated. Tears already shimmered along her lashes, but her spine was straight, her gaze locked on mine unwavering, heartbroken, resolute.

“Retire, Jahan.”

The words hit harder than any blow I’d ever taken.

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I crossed the room in three strides and sank to one knee before her the way I used to when I was small and the night terrors came. Heached for her hand.

“Mother…”

She pulled away gently, almost regretfully, pressing her fingertips to her cheeks to catch the tears already falling.

Tears of disappointment. Not rage. Not betrayal. Disappointment. The kind that cuts deepest.

“Retire.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Then we run.” Her voice trembled, but the iron beneath it never wavered. “We disappear. All of us.”

“They will find us.” I met her eyes, unflinching. “It’s a Mafia Organization. I have many chips embedded under my skins. They will get me. They always do.”

She searched my face then, really searched as though she could still find the boy she’d raised beneath the man who knelt before her now.

Her gaze drifted briefly to Marlik, to Yasmin, then back to me.

Finally she lifted her hand. This time she didn’t pull away when I let her palm settle against my cheek. Her touch was cool, trembling, but steady.

“Think about your girlfriend,” she whispered. “What will she think when she learns the truth? That the man she loves wears two faces. One she kisses goodnight, and one that moves poison through the shadows, kill people?” She swallowed hard, tears spilling freely now.

“Peace with little is better than abundance soaked in blood and fear, Jahan. Just… retire.”

The room held its breath.

I stayed on one knee, her hand warm against my skin, the weight of her plea sinking deeper than any courtroom threat ever could.

And for the first time in years, the carefully built empire inside me trembled not from enemies, not from power plays, but from the quiet, unbreakable love of the woman who had cared for me as if she was the very one who had given me life.

I closed my eyes.

And for once, I had no answer ready.

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The engine of Desmond’s car still ticked softly behind me as I stepped out into the night air, the compound’s gravel crunching under my boots like brittle bones. His voice chased after me, low and urgent.

“Cupid, this is stupid. Calm down. Take a deep breath. You’re not thinking straight.”

Every word slid in one ear and out the other, meaningless noise against the roar inside my skull.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t slow. I just kept walking, straight toward the heavy oak doors of my father’s study. the one place in this sprawling pack where the air always smelled of old leather, ink, and quiet power.

There were things I could do. And things I couldn’t.

I couldn’t afford to lose my rogue family again. Not mother, not Marlik, not Yasmin, not the fragile circle we’d rebuilt from ashes.

If I pushed this path without their blessing. I would lose them. I knew it in the marrow of my bones.

And above all else, I couldn’t lose Snowflake.

I couldn’t breathe without her. Couldn’t imagine a future where her laugh didn’t echo somewhere in tny days. That was the line. The unbreakable one.

The study door opened without a sound. Father sat behind the massive desk as always.

Alpha Ruis, godfather of the underworld, pack leader, the man who had shaped me into a weapon and called it my duty.

Papers were spread before him like battle maps; his pen moved in precise, unhurried strokes. He didn’t look up immediately.

I stepped inside and stopped directly in front of him. Shoulders squared. Chin level. Waiting patiently.

The pen paused. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his gaze.

That was when Desmond burst through the doorway behind me, breathless, grabbing at my arm.

“Ignore him, Uncle. I’ll escort him out right now.” His voice cracked with frustration as he glared at “Cupid, snap out of it. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Father’s eyes flicked between us calmly, assessing, faintly curious now. He set the pen down with soft finality.

Desmond’s grip tightened. I shook him off without looking back.

“Let me retire, Father.”

The word hung between us like smoke.

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Something flickered across Alpha Kuis’s face, gone so fast I might have imagined it. Admiration, always, for how little of himself ke ever showed. He studied me for a long, unbroken moment, expression unreadable.

“I have served for many years,” I said quietly. “Let me retire.”

I chose the word deliberately. Retirement was the only door that might open without blood. There was no chance in any circle of hell he would agree to return the drugs. The deal was signed. Sealed. Moving.

Silence thickened the room until it pressed against my ribs.

Finally he spoke, voice so low it barely carried.

“No.”

Goosebumps raced across my arms. I swallowed the sudden dryness in my throat. I’d known he wouldn’t let me go easily. Still, hearing it aloud felt like a blade sliding home.

“If any mafia member wishes to retire,” I said, keeping my tone even, “an application must be submitted. Majority vote decides. I will write it. I will wait for the result.”

“Even if you submit it,” he replied, eyes never leaving mine. “the result will be the same as the one you just heard. No.”

He spoke gently, almost kindly, and that made it worse.

I nodded once. Turned to leave.

His voice stopped me at the threshold.

“I will let you marry her.”

I froze. Every muscle locked.

Slowly I turned back.

“The Mooncrest daughter,” he continued, calm as ever. “She will be yours.”

I swallowed hard. The greatest prize laid out on the most golden platter, and all I felt was the trap closing around it.

“You already approved of her, Father.”

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“She is a good lady. Beautifully so.” A small, almost fond tilt of his head. “But she is a ticking time bomb. If I allow her into this family as my daughter-in-law, we will spend the rest of our lives watching our backs. You think I will accept that risk for nothing?”

“Father…”

“Herold Mooncrest is no ordinary wolf. I have been inside his pack for a festival. I have visited his daughter and I felt the energy rolling off her.

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louhiest wolves are different Their gifts are not parlor tricks. It’s real. Hers is to see the past. His voice dropped tower. “You think it she cornes here. if she stares too long, too hard, she won’t see the blood on these floors? The bodies we buried to rise as the wealthiest pack in the shadows? Or consider her human ties. A Frost working hand-in-hand with the law… you think that is a risk I, as godfather, will swallow without cost?”

“All the more reason I retire then…”

“Only that you cannot retire.” He cut me off, still gentle. Too gentle.

“Why?”

“You know why. Don’t ask me.” His gaze pinned me in place. “See it as an investment. Eighteen years ago. when I first saw you, a rogue lowly thief, barely clinging to life… do you have any idea why I didn’t slit your throat and be done with it?”

My throat worked. I couldn’t speak.

“Do you know why I took in a stray when I already had four legitimate children? Why I let the pack mock you, scorn you, make you eat scraps from the cold floor while I watched in silence? Why I sent you to the finest schools, trained you in every form of combat, forged you into exactly what you are today?” He leaned forward slightly. “I didn’t do it because I loved you like a son. Not then. I did it because I needed you to become the Mafia King. Yenda can’t lead. Only you can. I want you to lead the underworld in my name.”

He lowered his eyes, frowned at the paper before him, and began to scribble absently, meaningless lines as if he didn’t plan on telling me what he have in store next.

“Only after years of giving you my name did I begin to… like you. To feel pride I was never supposed to feel.” He stopped writing. Looked up again. “I know your fear, Cupid. I watched the news too. I heard his threat. And I know it isn’t the threat itself that terrifies you. It’s the people you’re trying to shield. Your other family. Your woman. I respect that.”

He paused.

“How about we make a deal?”

My heart slammed against my ribs. I waited.

“You won’t retire. The plan proceeds exactly as sketched. If Feroz becomes a nuisance… you end him. Quietly. Permanently. You will have all support from the underworld. In return… Marlik Rogue will be welcomed into our operations, to work. He will be compensated generously if he did well.

“Your mother and sister will be enrolled in the G-Cloak protection system. Full security, untraceable lastly…”

He let the silence stretch just long enough to make my pulse thunder.

“Not only will I approve your relationship with Snowflake Frost. I will allow you to keep her. As your legally wedded, only wife.”

The words landed like a physical blow.

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Everything I had ever wanted, handed to me on the condition that I remain exactly what he had made me The blade in the dark, the king of poison and shadow.

I stood there, staring at the man who had raised me, used tae, and somewhere along the way come to care for me.

And I felt the cage snap shut around my heart… again.

No chains. No bars. Just the quiet, unbreakable promise of everything I loved… if only I never tried to leave.

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The late afternoon light slanted through the blinds in golden bars across the living room floor, catching dust motes like tiny sparks.

Quince sat across from me on the low couch, files fanned out on the coffee table between us like a battlefield map.

Photos, timelines, witness statements, every scrap of evidence we’d painstakingly gathered to bury Ares with the Love Avenue words once and for all.

“So we’ll be presenting this next week, right?” Quince asked, tapping the edge of the thickest folder.

I stared down at the documents, the weight of them suddenly heavier in the quiet.

“Yes. That’s enough to pin him, right?”

He nodded slowly.

“It’ll do. It’ll do a lot better if Kim Krates could testify in person, but…” He trailed off, voice softening with regret. “Too bad he’s still flat on his back in that hospital bed.”

“Yeah,” I murmured, the word barely audible. A fresh pang twisted in my chest at the thought of Kim pale, hooked to machines, fighting to breathe after what they’d done to him.

Just then, the low growl of an engine rolled into the driveway. Tires crunched over gravel. My brows drew together in confusion.

“Let me go check.” I said, pushing up from the armchair.

I crossed to the window, parted the slats with two fingers, and froze.

A sleek black luxury sedan idled outside, polished to mirror shine, windows tinted dark enough to swallow light. The driver’s door opened, and Cupid stepped out.

A wide, helpless grin broke across my face before I could stop it.

I didn’t walk to the door. I ran.

The latch clicked open under my hand. I stood on the threshold, heart hammering, watching him v from the car tall, broad-shouldered, moving with that quiet, predatory grace that always made the

thinner.

The late sun caught the sharp line of his jaw, the dark sweep of his hair, and for a second I couldn’t breathe.

A few days had passed since the gavel fell on Feroz Alpha. Death row. A month until execution.

His men, those who’d partake too were sentenced alongside him. Ares Bani’s hearing will come a day before Viviana Frost’s; both were scrambling, legal teams working overtime, just like us. The city still

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Lazed with it. The world still watched.

But right now, none of that mattered.

“Hey,” Cupid said softly as he reached me.

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His hand rose to cup my cheek warmly, his thumb brushing my skin and then his mouth was on mine. Hot. Greedy. No preamble. No hesitation.

I had missed him. God, I had missed him so much it hurt.

I kissed him back with everything I’d held in for days, weeks of long nights and longer silences.

My fingers curled into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, tasting that faint edge of whatever cologne he wore that always made my knees weak.

When he finally drew back, I was breathless, dizzy, searching his eyes for whatever storm had driven him here

He stepped inside. I tugged him further.

Then he stopped.

His gaze slid past me to Quince, still seated on the couch, files scattered like evidence of a crime scene. The air thickened instantly, sharp, electric tension coiling between the two men.

Quince stared. Jaw slack. Eyes widening in slow, stunned recognition.

“Uh…” I cleared my throat, heat crawling up my neck. “Cupid, this is Quince. My… colleague.”

Quince blinked. Swallowed hard. Turned to me, then back to Cupid, as though waiting for the illusion to shatter.

“Cupid Godlike?” he breathed.

I nodded once, small and helpless.

Quince had seen the framed photos around my apartment I’d never quite managed to hide. He’d only teased me and sees it as a mere “fan obsession.” He had no idea it wasn’t fandom at all. It was love.

Quince surged to his feet, extended his hand in a low, awkward bow.

“Please… welcome. My sister is a huge fan. She’s always loved the products you advertise. Never cou afford them, but she follows every page, every post…”

“Quince…” I cut in quickly.

He jolted, cheeks flushing.

“It’s Cupid Godlike. What are you calling me for?” He spun back to Cupid, eyes shining. “Can I have a signature? She’ll lose her mind if she sees it. Please?”

I turned to Cupid, sliding my hand into his, squeezing gently. Pleading.

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“I’m sorry. Can you?”

“Sure,” he murmured, voice low and even.

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Quince dove into his backpack, produced a marker and a crumpied notebook, thrust them forward.

Cupid accepted both with careful fingers, flipped to a blank page, and signed left-handed, quick, elegant

strokes.

Quince took it back like it was sacred.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Cupid handed the notebook over, then turned fully to me. His hafi rose again, cupped my cheek, thumb tracing the curve of my lower lip. Then he kissed me once more. Slower this time. Tender Possessive.

His fingers drifted to the hem of my blouse tugging, insistent.

“Cupid,” I whispered against his mouth, “slow down.”

He didn’t.

And neither did I.

“Uh… I should get going.” Quince said, voice pitching high with sudden awkwardness. Papers rustled as he gathered them hastily. “I’ll keep in touch, Snow.”

The door opened. Closed. Footsteps faded. An engine started. Tires rolled away.

Silence settled.

Only then did Cupid pull back far enough to search my eyes, letting me draw a full, shaky breath.

“Cupid,” I said, half-laughing, half-exasperated. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Make Love with me,” he answered simply.

His hands slid under the hem of my blouse, lifting it slowly, reverently, baring skin inch by inch. Cool air kissed my stomach, my ribs.

His gaze followed, dark, hungry, reverent, feeding on every revealed curve until my breasts were bar inside the bra. He swallowed hard at the sight, throat working.

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Gently, he hooked a finger under one strap, eased it down. Then the other. The lace slipped away. My breasts spilled into his palms.

He caught one nipple between thumb and forefinger, tender pressure, slow circles then lifted his eyes to mine, watching every flicker of reaction on my face.

“I missed you,” he said, voice rough and soft at once. “Just you.”

“I’m here,” I whispered, leaning into him, body already melting. “I’m here now.”

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He scooped me up in one thuid motion, strong arme sure grip, mouth claiming mine again as he carried me toward the bedroom

The door clicked shut behind us and the rest of the world, all of it faded ruil there was only him. Only us Only this.

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The sheets tangled around our bare legs like silk ropes, warm and heavy from hours of shared heat.

I drifted up from the deepest sleep I’d had in weeks, blinking slowly into the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp.

Cupid lay facing me, close enough that our breaths mingled, his green eyes already open, already watching.

He hadn’t slept. Not even for a minute after we’d collapsed together, bodies spent and hearts still racing.

His dark hair stood in wild disarray, strands falling across his forehead, and in the low light his features looked carved from something ancient and golden.

Sharp jaw, high cheekbones, the faint scar along his left brow that only appeared when he smiled like this, soft and unguarded.

“You didn’t sleep?” I whispered, voice thick with lingering drowsiness.

He blinked once, slowly, those emerald eyes softening until they felt like summer fields instead of storm clouds.

“I can’t.” His voice was low, rough. “You’re too beautiful.”,

My heart swelled so fast it hurt. Heat flooded my cheeks; I felt the blush bloom like wildfire.

Cupid had always known exactly how to unravel me with a handful of words, how to make the rest of the world shrink until there was only him and me and this quiet, sacred space between our bodies.

Silence wrapped around us, comfortable and heavy. I lifted my palm to his chest, pressing it over the steady, powerful thud of his heart. The rhythm answered mine. Strong, real, alive. He was here. Solid. Mine.

“Death sentence,” I said softly, the words slipping out like they’d been waiting. “That’s what he gets. Him and the men.”

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. Just watched me with that tender, patient gaze that saw straight through every wall I’d ever tried to build.

“I thought… I thought I’d feel something else once it was over,” I continued, voice cracking just a litt “Relief. Joy. Rage. Anything. But there’s nothing. Just… empty.”

Cupid searched my face for a long moment, thumb brushing idly along my hip beneath the sheet.

“Maybe because he never showed remorse,” he said quietly. “Not once. Not even in that courtroom when the whole world was watching.”

I swallowed hard. He always knew. Without me saying it, without me spelling it out, he just knew.

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You and the Echo team did everything humanly possible,” he went on, voice steady as stone. “You investigated. Work tirelessly and You won. He’s sentenced. In a month he’ll be gone, truly gone. We should focus on what comes after On something else.”

My fingers drifted up to trace the sharp line of his jaw, thumb grazing the edge of his lips. I loved the feel of him, warm skin, faint stubble, the quiet power coiled beneath every inch.

“Something else like?” I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

He held my gaze.

“Maybe go for a check-up. See how your womb is healing.”

My breath caught. I went still.

“After that…” he continued softly, eyes never leaving mine, “… we can start thinking about other things. Our future.”

I couldn’t blink. Couldn’t breathe. If I moved even a fraction, I might shatter the moment.

“W…what future?” The words stuttered out, small and trembling.

In one smooth motion he sat up, drawing me with him. Strong hands guided me until I straddled his lap, sheets pooling around us.

His palms settled warm and sure on my hips, holding me close but not trapping me. The shift was effortless, gentle, reverent, powerful.

He held my gaze for a heartbeat longer, letting the silence stretch until it felt holy.

“Future like… marriage.”

The word landed like thunder wrapped in velvet. I stiffened in his arms.

“I’ve never really thought about pups,” he said quietly, “or a normal home, wife, children, quiet nights. But lately… it’s all I think about. A house somewhere peaceful. Raising them together. I don’t care how many you want… It’s your body, your choice. I’ll respect whatever you decide. I just…” His voice dropped, raw. “I want you more. As my wife. I want you for myself. Only mine.”

My heart shuddered inside my chest, joy and terror crashing together so violently I could barely breathe.

I stared at him, telling myself this was a dream, a hallucination born of too much hope and not enou sleep. But he was real. Solid beneath me. Eyes steady. Waiting.

I dropped my gaze, sudden fear curling cold in my stomach.

After the first marriage, the one that had left scars deeper than skin, I’d sworn I’d never rush again. Never let myself be swept up so fast it hurt when it ended.

“I… I’ll go for the check-up soon,” I managed, voice small. “But… Cupid, can we hold off on anything marriage? Just for now?”

He searched my face. No anger, no disappointment, only quiet understanding. Slowly he leaned in,

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“Sure,” he murmured against my skin. “I’ll wait.”

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Then his mouth found mine softly, siow, full of promise. He pulled me into his chest, arms wrapping around me like shelter.

I melted against him, cheek to his heartbeat, feeling for the first time in forever safe. Whole. Loved.

“Should I make dinner now?” I whispered into the curve of his neck.

His hand rubbed slow circles along my spine.

“No.”

I pulled back just enough to frown at him.

“I thought you were staying the night.”

He laughed, soft, low, carefree in a way that made my heart hook sideways. God, he was beautiful when he let the mask slip.

“Yes. I am.”

“So why no dinner?”

“Just… gotta maintain the body.” A wry tilt to his lips. “My elder sister Catherine became ny manager overnight and she’s been strict. No unnecessary weight. I’m shooting the new campaign soon. Already signed the contract, strict clauses. Can’t breach it.”

My stomach sank a little.

“Really? You’ll be that busy now?”

He nodded slowly.

“I’ll keep in touch. Every day. I can’t guaranteed when the campaign will end since the new women’s skincare line just get finalized.”

I frowned deeper.

“Does that mean you’ll be paired with a female model? Who?”

He searched my eyes. The slowness of his answer made dread coil tighter.

“Rosella?”

“Snow…”

I wasn’t listening anymore. I pulled away, tucking hair behind my ear with shaking fingers.

“I’ll freshen up.” I muttered, already swinging my legs off the bed.

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He ware lied me, quiet, knowing exactly how deep the jealousy cut.

“It’s not decided yet,” he said gently.

The words didn’t land. They floated past like smoke.

I was halfway to standing when my phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand.

I reached for it automatically. The screen lit up.

Roc.

My blood turned to ice.

Why would he call? At night? At this hour?

I answered slowly, thumb trembling.

“Snow?” His voice came through tight, urgent. “You need to come to the hospital Right now.”

A beat of silence.

“It’s Mother and Dove.”

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