Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 486 Prologue

*Selena*

"Why would I marry your daughter?" I heard a deep, sexy voice emanating from my father's office.

"If you meet her, you will like her. She is pretty and has been training to be a good and perfect Luna. She would be a perfect wife and mate. She is a very calm and obedient girl," my father's voice pleaded, and I couldn't help but wince at his words.

Which daughter was he talking about? My younger sister, Anne, was only fifteen - he couldn't possibly be considering marrying her off already, right? The acceptable minimum age for werewolf marriages was sixteen. So, it dawned on me that they must be talking about me, as I had turned eighteen just last month.

"Still, Alpha Albert, I don't buy your words. Why would I marry a wolfless girl just to make this filthy alliance with your pack?" The same deep, husky voice responded with arrogance.

Alliance?!

Curiosity gnawed at me as I tried to decipher the situation. Who was this man who seemed so dismissive of my father's offer, yet held such power and authority?

"If you have something else to offer me, tell me quickly because you know my time is very costly, and you can't afford to make me regret giving you my time," the man's lazy tone dripped with confidence.

Unable to contain my anxiety any longer, I burst into my father's office, acting impulsively.

"Father!" I called out, my voice a whisper.

"Selena!" My father's brows furrowed, and he shot me an annoyed glare for interrupting.

"Who are you talking to, Father, and whose marriage are you discussing?!" I asked, dismissing his irritation. I needed to know what was going on.

My gaze fell on the man seated before my father - his broad, muscular back adorned in a black suit immediately caught my attention. An aura of dominance and intimidation surrounded him, sending shivers down my spine. "Selena, meet His Highness, Alpha King Zander Blake," my father introduced, a flattering grin on his face.

The name struck me like lightning.

Alpha King Zander Blake?!

In our pack?!

couldn't fathom what he was doing here. I had heard rumors that he was a heartless and

my heart to skip a beat. I felt breathless, and my lips parted in a gasp as

from head to toe. In a sudden motion, he got up and closed the distance between us in just a few strides. I was mesmerized by his presence, intoxicated by the blend of his manly, spicy scent and the expensive cologne that enveloped him. He smelled like

for a man to possess such beauty and allure. His broad, sculpted body left nothing to the imagination, evoking an irresistible magnetic pull. Bulging biceps strained against the sleeves of

intensity of Zander's gaze as it roamed over me. His eyes held an awestruck admiration, and

daughter, Selena," my father introduced, breaking the

Alpha King declared,

a deep breath, feeling suddenly parched. I turned

Zander's hypnotic gaze with defiance. My heart pounded in my chest, and I looked away to break the spell before I became ensnared once more. I saw his lips slightly curled up

Asshole!

less amused. "What are you saying, Selena?!" he gritted

my arm,

away

captivating Alpha King, Zander

my hand, but my father's grip only tightened, leading me further away from the enigmatic man whose presence

deep voice echoed through the room, causing both my father and me

even know you. Then why would I go on a date with you?" I replied with a nonchalant shrug, shaking my head at his

the Alpha King, the mightiest and strongest among werewolves, I refused to be intimidated by him. There was something about him that didn't give off scary vibes, as if he had no intention of frightening me.

of my response. "Selena, you come with me," he scolded, grabbing my arm, and briskly led me out of Zander's office, slamming the door shut behind us. Once

daughter! How dare you misbehave before my

in my eyes. "But, Father, I can't marry

the Alpha King in exchange for this alliance. You know this is the only way to save our pack. Otherwise, no one can save us from his wrath," he grumbled, his voice filled with frustration and desperation. "But, Father, why me?! You know how ruthless and heartless he is. The story of his cruelty and inhumanity is famous

he scowled, his face contorting with disgust as he looked at me. My head hung low,

nicely this time?" My father

nodded slowly, trying to accept my fate, even though