The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 695

Chapter 695

Snowflakes

I stepped into the quiet bedroom and moved softly to the couch, sinking down with a tired exhale.

Cupid reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as he watched me settle.

Firusned

Then he leaned in, slow and deliberate, to kiss my lips, soft at first, then lingering just long enough to make my pulse flutter.

He broke the kiss after a few seconds and straightened, turning toward the door as though bracing himself.

It didn’t take long. The door swung open, and Catherine appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, expression stormy.

“You still have a shoot in thirty minutes,” she said, voice sharp with barely contained anger. I already knew why.

“I’m done with today’s shoot,” Cupid murmured calmly, walking toward the bed. He kicked off his boots one by one, the soft thuds echoing in the tense silence.

Catherine remained rooted in the doorway. I could feel the heat of her energy radiating pure, simmering fury.

“I’ll call Dad if you refuse to come out in thirty minutes,” she vowed, but the threat landed like a weak joke. Cupid raked his fingers through his hair in quiet frustration.

“Cupid?” she pressed.

He answered abruptly, turning to face her fully. The air in the room shifted, thickened like a storm rolling in. Catherine set her jaw, eyes narrowing, then finally swung her gaze to me.

“He is not a good man for you. He’s two-faced. You will regret loving him.”

With that, she shot him one last venomous glare, slammed the door so hard the frame rattled, and left the bitterness hanging heavy in her wake. My heart sank under the weight of it.

Slowly, I turned to Cupid. He was already peeling off his shirt, movements weary, almost mechanical.

He climbed onto the bed and lay there alone for a long moment, scrolling through his phone without really seeing it.

Then he set the device aside and looked at me. A soft sigh slipped from his lips at the sight of me, and somehow, despite everything, a small, genuine smile curved his mouth.

“Will you have anything? Something to drink? Refreshment?” he asked tenderly.

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