Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 502

Chapter 502 The Saviour *Selena*

My leg bled as the pain seared through my body. Unable to see the rogue wolf lunging toward me with bared fangs, I covered my eyes, anticipating the last lethal attack.

But then, a bloodcurdling howl pierced the night air. It was a cry filled with pain and fury. A cry that seemed to reverberate through my very bones. As the chilling howl echoed, a powerful growl followed, vibrating with pure dominance and aggression.

Summoning every ounce of courage left within me, I dared to open my eyes. What I saw made me gasp in astonishment and relief. Standing between the attacking rogue and I was a massive black wolf, his robust frame pulsating with raw energy and its fur gleaming under the pale moonlight. It was Lyon, the enigmatic Alpha.

I could recognize him even in the dark. He was so huge and so powerful that no match of his was in this world. The aura that oozed out of him was otherworldly.

Lyon bared his teeth, revealing razor-sharp fangs, as he locked eyes with the rogue, who was now lying on the ground with his bleeding limb.

The other wolf with his bleeding eye also jumped, attacking Lyon. With lightning speed, Lyon lunged forward, his muscles rippling with raw power. The two wolves clashed, their bodies colliding in a frenzy of fur, claws, and snarls.

Lyon's movements were a blur of calculated precision and deadly grace. He moved swiftly around the rogue, avoiding its desperate lunges while launching precise strikes of his own. His jaws snapped shut with bone-crushing force as he aimed for the rogue's throat, aiming to sever its lifeline. He sank his teeth deep into the rogue's flesh, a snarl of dominance rumbling from his throat. The rogue fought back desperately, clawing and biting, but Lyon held firm, his grip unyielding.

With a final, powerful jerk, Lyon tore the rogue wolf's head apart, ending its life with a grisly display of dominance. The lifeless body crumpled to the ground, blood staining the earth beneath it.

The other wolf began to run away upon seeing his partner's merciless death.

But Lyon chased and blocked him before he could run away. With a warning glare, both lunged at each other, colliding, and the battle raged on. Two wolves locked in a desperate struggle for survival. Their growls and snarls echoed through the night, a symphony of primal rage and dominance. With every strike, Lyon displayed the skills of a true warrior, with unwavering determination.

It wasn't difficult for Lyon to seize the upper hand. But as far as I knew him, he liked the chase and torturing his prey before giving it a cruel death. With a final surge of strength, he brought the rogue to the ground, pinning it beneath his massive paws. With one swift, merciless motion, Lyon tore the rogue's head apart, silencing its desperate cries forever. I watched all this with my heart caught in my mouth. It was very terrifying to see Lyon so angry.

Panting heavily, Lyon rose from the defeated rogue, his eyes shining with a mix of triumph and concern. Slowly, he turned his gaze toward me, and a low but dangerous growl left his throat.

As Lyon stalked toward me with anger blazing in his eyes and blood dripping from his maw, my heart pounded with fear. When I was his mate, he was always protective of me. But at that moment, his appearance was intimidating, and his fury sent shivers down my spine. With trembling body, I tried to retreat, to distance myself from Lyon's approaching figure. As I tried to stand, the pain flared through my body, but I barely registered it, my focus fixated on the imminent presence of the furious Lyon dashing toward me. I couldn't keep my eyes on him as I cried, my injured leg struggled to bear my weight, and I stumbled, collapsing to the ground.

In a fraction of a second, his massive wolf form shifted, contorting and reshaping into that of a human. Before my body collided with the hard ground, I was gathered securely in a pair of strong arms.

my feet and pulled me closer to his naked form. His fingers slid into my hair,

chest. My hands raised and pressed onto his bare chest, pushing him away. But the moment he growled into my mouth, I lost my senses. All the memories of our first kiss came alive. I found my hands gliding toward his neck, circling his

pressed together as if we were trying to merge into one. Our tongues intertwined, and our lips moved with a fierce

It was a moment of pure passion and desire, and nothing

the kiss turned feral. He pressed me against the tree trunk, still keeping my feet in the air, as his steely arms held

if the spell broke, he moved away, panting heavily, his cold eyes locked with mine. The anger again swelled inside me, realizing what he had done to me. I felt violated and hurt. He couldn't treat me

from his relentless kiss, I whispered, "You

He silenced me, closing his eyes

Lyon," he murmured.

dumbstruck

on my

murmured, and opening his eyes, he looked at me with a notch between his thick brows as if he couldn't believe what just happened. His expression was a mix of confusion and bewilderment,

with something harsh,

are you doing?" I

you to the pack house," he

can go myself," I ordered, and he instantly

but he held me once

stand properly," he announced,

awkward as he was stark naked, walking in his

bit my lips, not focusing on what was poking my

werewolves are used to

about some she wolves will watch me..." he started, the arrogance

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What?!

care?!" I snapped,

he assured me

I barely got time to cling to him as he took off