Chapter 259
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It’s contagious to see her that way. Happy, unguarded, alive in a way I haven’t witnessed since before.
Even though I try not to feel it, the sight of her smiling so freely pulls at something deep inside me, something I’ve spent weeks trying to bury.
Snowflakes.
For weeks I’ve followed my father’s advice, taken the break, retreated to the loft, turned my phone off to every call, every message.
I’ve existed in silence here, watching her through the CCTV feeds installed in every nook and cranny of the bungalow I gave her.
I’ve watched her sleep and wake. Watched her carefully place my photos around the house, little anchors to remind herself who she is when the fog rolls in.
I’ve seen her mark the countdown calendar with trembling fingers, counting down the days until she might lose herself completely. And I’ve seen her fight, regain herself, stand on her own two feet again and again.
And now I watch her smile beautifully.
She steps out of the bathroom, towel dropping to the floor as she dresses. My eyes trace her body, the soft curves I cherish, the skin I’ve memorized with my mouth, my hands, my soul. That body I love so much.
I’ve seen her in the arms of another man, Ares, and my wolf reacted so violently it nearly tore me apart. Even now I can feel him simmering, furious, possessive, as though Snow is our mate and no one else is allowed to touch what’s ours.
My human side understands her plight. She lost her memory, regained it the moment she saw me, but my wolf is stubborn. Unforgiving. He doesn’t care about context, only betrayal.
sigh quietly as she finishes dressing, walks to the living room, picks up the cake box, and heads outside to her car.
switch feeds to watch her slide behind the wheel, pull out, disappear from view.
sit there a long time, chest tight, until another soft sigh escapes me.
reach for my phone and finally turn it on.
Missed messages and alerts flood the screen.
I scroll through them, stop on the transaction log from the card I gave her.
Debits for clothes, shoes, bags. Food supplies. Skin care. A small, involuntary smile tugs at my mouth when I see men’s clothing purchases. Shirts, pants, a jacket. For me? The thought warms me despite everything.
Then a new alert came through. She had bought cigarettes, drawing materials, a hairpin. Some fruits.
A small frown creases my brow.
I don’t question it, can’t, because the phone rings.
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Desmond.
I stare at the screen for a few seconds.
Then I answer quietly.
“Cupid?” His voice is harsh, edged with desperation. “Next time you want to disappear, can we get a notice first p>
I lean back in the chair. “Dad gave me some days off p>
“And you didn’t think I needed to know?” he snaps.
I roll my eyes, tired, not angry.
“What p>
Silence stretches. He breathes hard on the other end before sighing shakily.
“You should come back. Everywhere’s been quiet. Too quiet. I’ve got a bad feeling. I don’t know, boss, but you have to come home p>
I pause, blinking.
“I’ve checked the CCTV at Godlike pack. Everything looks fine p>
“Maybe. Almira won’t come home. Dad’s been working on pack affairs quietly, going to bed early. He doesn’t speak much these days. He’s been taking herbal tea. Yenda hasn’t been coming home, partying, gambling. Your older sisters, Cat and Lindy returned to their husbands‘ houses, which is odd. Our stock’s down twenty percent. I don’t want to worry too much, but it feels like… Godlike pack is rotting from the inside. I don’t know what’s wrong. I’m scared. I’m worried p>
I hold the phone to my ear, slowly switch feeds to the Godlike pack cameras.
My father sits in his study, working steadily, then lifting a cup of tea to his lips, sipping, setting it down, continuing.
A small frown curls my mouth.
“When did Dad start drinking tea p>
“ Cupid … ” Desmond’s voice drops, fear bleeding through. “You feel it too, don’t you p>
I go cold, literally cold.
“Check how long he’s been taking that tea. Who prescribed it. Who’s been serving it. Send a camouflaged mafia member, maybe a woman disguised as a flower delivery to Almira’s location. Take notes for a few hours and report back. Track Yenda’s party spots. I want updates on what Cat and Lindy are doing in their husbands‘ houses p>
“Okay, boss p>
I pause, swallowing, fear digging deep into my bones.
“Desmond… be careful p>
“You’ll come p>
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