Chapter 404
Chapter 404
Snowflakes
I sat numb on the couch, still unable to decipher whether this was nightmare or reality.
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I could feel their eyes on me, the careful, constant watchfulness. Every time I shifted, someone moved. No one ever left me truly alone anymore.
Three weeks had passed since Cupid’s death, a death that had shaken the human regions and the werewolf territories alike.
The words on everyone’s lips were the same.
How Could it happen? He was so strong. So able. Untouchable.
No one had known, not even me, that the man I loved more than life itself had been quietly battling brain paralysis.
Those long, death–like slumbers I had mistaken for the occasional deep rest of an Alpha… they had been comas. Fading episodes.
Warnings I had never recognized. Cupid had stood by me through every storm, held me when I shattered, helped me rebuild piece by piece yet when his own silent war raged inside him, I had let him down. To the very last day, I hadn’t even known the pain he carried.
When the news reached his rogue family, Almira had collapsed, fainted on the spot.
She had been in the ICU ever since, doctors murmuring about shock–induced complications and uncertain long–term prognosis.
‘asmin had retreated so far into herself that she had tried to end her life twice; now she was under twenty–four–hour watch.
Desmond still refused to believe it, still spoke of Cupid in the present tense, convinced it was all some cruel, elaborate joke.
Mother cried herself to sleep every night, whispering denials into her pillow.
Marlik wandered the house like a ghost, lost, unsure which direction to even turn. Dove told me the only thing still tethering how to he world was the pup growing inside her, his pup.
errified I would succeed where I had failed before, they had forced me to relocate to Roc and Sera’s new matrimonial some
toc had left Frost Home after the wedding, moving into a sprawling luxury house.
Here, I was never alone. Pinky had come to ‘spend some time,‘ as had Kashi, Morena, Eshan, all claiming tenay koew better. They were guarding me from the fifth attempt to slit my wrists.
Each failure had hurt more than the last. The first time t nearly succeeded, blood pooling on the bathom se sonce ound me.
spent two weeks in the hospital afterward. My human father had visited, pale and shaken, but do clog at far be hadn’t shown his face once.
Time blurred. Days bled into nights. For stretches couldn’t remember faces, couldn’t hold names.
Nightmares bled into waking hours. Sometimes I laughed at nothing, empty, broken sounds Symptomeyaw green dyes at a stranger’s face and called Cupid’s name over and over until reality crashed basis that I was alobe Utterly serably alone
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6:53 pm P XXX.
Chapter 404
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Tonight I sat wrapped in a thick blanket in the grandiose living room of Roc and Sera’s home, staring at my reflection in the blackened TV screen.
The woman looking back was a stranger, hollow–eyed, thin, faded. I barely recognized the shape of my own face. I sighed shakily, blinking, and another tear slipped free, tracing a cold path down my cheek.
“Snow p>
Sera’s voice came soft from behind me. She walked over slowly, knelt in front of the couch, and placed a warm, gentle palm against my cheek. She was elegance and kindness personified.
“Your dad wants to speak with you,” she said quietly. “Alpha Herold p>
I looked away. I barely spoke to anyone anymore. Words felt pointless. I was only waiting, for the moment they all looked away so could finally end this miserable half–life once and for all.
But Sera searched my face again, undeterred.
“Will you speak with him? He’s on the phone p>
I didn’t reply. I had nothing left to say to him. Never would. He had seen Cupid’s death that day at Mooncrest.
That was why Cupid had come home devastated, shattered. And my own father had kept it from me. I would sever every tie with him forever.
Sera, sensing the wall, quietly placed the phone on the coffee table, pressed a soft kiss to my temple, and walked away.
I ignored the device. Let it sit there, screen glowing faintly.
Then his voice came through, low, measured, unmistakable.
“I know a way, Snow. How about you come home. A way for you to see Cupid again. I know it p>
Ice flooded my veins.
Me, who had barely registered anything for weeks, snapped to full, painful awareness at the sound of Cupid’s name, I snatched the phone, pressed it to my ear with shaking hands.
He didn’t speak again.
The line went dead.
Lexhaled shakily, chest rising and falling too fast.
I had to go to Mooncrest.
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