Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 500

Chapter 500 Alpha's Date *Selena*

As our gazes locked, a silent battle of wills unfolded. The air between us crackled with an electric tension, mirroring the intensity I had felt during our very first encounter. His piercing, icy stare bore into my soul, unyielding and unwavering.

"Are you suggesting that I should confine myself to the confines of the kitchen, my every move dictated by reports on the happenings in this pack house?" His voice resonated with authority, tinged with a hint of pride that shone in his eyes like polished steel. "As a King, I cannot be omnipresent, but I have entrusted loyal individuals who assist me in the efficient management of my pack," he declared, his tone laced with the weight of his royal responsibility. A flicker of amusement danced in my eyes as I listened to his self-assured proclamation.

"Yes, you are a King, a ruler of great stature," my tone mocked, relishing the opportunity to challenge his ego. "But it seems beneath your grand persona to engage in conversations with low-ranking members of your pack, doesn't it?" I tilted my head slightly, a mischievous smile playing at the corner of my lips. The satisfaction washed over me as I witnessed a flicker of annoyance cloud his features.

"During my time here, I held weekly meetings," I stated firmly, my voice steady and resolute. "I made it a point to keep track of each rank's status, to understand the challenges they faced. I ensured that everything ran smoothly and that every member of the pack house thrived under my care," I asserted, lifting my chin with pride.

Instead of launching a counterattack, he challenged me with a single, enigmatic question. "Then who told you to leave?" His response surprised me.

"I... I had to. I couldn't stay in your pack after your rejection," I murmured meekly, my voice barely audible as I stared at the ground, avoiding his piercing gaze.

I inhaled sharply, sensing his presence shifting closer, his presence almost suffocating.

"There is no certain rule that, after rejection, a Luna has to leave," he asserted, his voice laced with authority, breaking through the tension. But he seemed to forget that I was no longer his Luna after his rejection.

"I could not live with the murderer of my family," I snapped as anger surged within me.

"Still, you are here, standing before me in my pack house," he snorted, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. His words stung like a thousand thorns, tearing at the wounds I had tried so desperately to heal.

"I am helpless. Otherwise, I would never have returned to this pack," I bit out through gritted teeth, the fury continuing to grow through my veins.

How dare he mock me, belittle my pain and suffering?

"Helpless?! Huh!" he huffed, a mocking laugh escaping his lips. The sound grated on my ears, igniting a fire deep within me

the challenging tension between us crackling in the air like an electric storm. The room seemed to shrink, suffocating us in its stifling atmosphere. I wasn't sure how long it would continue like this until Avery's

a step away from

for you?" Zander narrowed his eyes as he demanded an answer from his fiancee. "Why are

and DON'T FUCKING QUESTION ME AGAIN!" Zander growled,

sorry, Zander," she stammered, fear creeping into her voice. She then turned towards me. "Selena, why are you here? You could have asked someone else to make breakfast for me today," she

I said, bowing my head slightly. "Don't worry about me. I can work properly," I assured

you can tell another omega to

"No need, Luna Avery. I am perfectly fine and

burn paled in comparison to the pain I had endured. This minor burn could not

her head to the side. There she was, returning to

my eyes

of your work excuses," Avery hooked her arms around Zander's neck, whispering sensually and leaning on him. "Alright, Avery!" He agreed so quickly. "Now, excuse

grinned, looking at

"I mean a perfect date night where Zander and I

romantic evening for the King

******

an orange glow across the tranquil lake, I carefully arranged the table

flicker in

the air, setting the mood for a romantic evening. Freshly picked wildflowers adorned the tabletop, filling the atmosphere with a sweet fragrance. Soft music played in the background, further enhancing the

table, I sighed in relief. Everything seemed perfect for Zander and

trying to smooth out any invisible lines as

feel uneasy as I looked around this place exclusively reserved for the royals' private

King arrived with his

to his side as

night was so bold - a red sleeveless dress adorned tie straps and

so tight that

breasts