Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 506 Confrontation *Selena*

I shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the evidence of my arousal that surely lingered in the air. The flush that colored my cheeks intensified, a vivid display of my embarrassment at the thought of him discovering my desires.

"It is healed," he declared, finally releasing my finger with a slight pop.

The contrast between his cold personality and the soft whisper of his voice sent shivers down my spine. As my attention shifted from the overwhelming sensation he had ignited within me, I noticed that the pain was gone. My finger appeared as if it had never been burned, the skin restored and unblemished.

Taking charge effortlessly, Zander promptly switched off the gas burner. The ramen was ready. Trying to regain composure, I mustered the strength to speak.

"Umm... I will serve it quickly. Please have a seat," I offered, attempting to keep my voice steady, though it still trembled with the aftershocks of our intense encounter.

"No need. I am getting late for the patrol shift," he dismissed indifferently, his tone revealing no emotions. "And my hunger had also died."

His gaze lingered on me, laden with unspoken meaning, before he vanished from sight in a blink, disappearing with the speed that only an Alpha possessed.

I stared blankly, trying to decipher his words and the underlying message behind them. If he didn't need to eat, then why had he bothered me in the middle of the night? My gaze shifted to the clock, realizing that the shift had likely changed and another set of guards would have taken charge by now. I groaned in frustration, realizing that once again, I had missed the opportunity, all because of the unpredictable actions of the enigmatic Alpha King.

As my eyes landed on the untouched bowl of ramen, my stomach growled with hunger, a reminder of my own needs. Resigned to the situation, I decided not to let the delicious meal go to waste. After all, I was still hungry, and the ramen called out to me. With a sigh, I sat down at the counter, eagerly reaching for the bowl, ready to savor the warm and comforting sustenance it offered.

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*Zander*

"Yes, Mother?! You called for me?" I asked as I entered my mother's room, my tone tinged with a hint of impatience. I had to come hurriedly, leaving urgent work unfinished because she kept sending me messages.

"Sit down, Zander," she commanded, gesturing toward the plush leather couch. "I am extremely disappointed that you couldn't even make time to see your own mother," my mother scolded, her voice filled with frustration and concern. "Mother, you just came back yesterday," I replied, rolling my eyes at her unnecessary whining.

"And you did not even show up at the time of my arrival. You arrived late in the evening, only to attend to your guests, and then after the party, you retired to your room. This morning, I did not find you at the breakfast table, and if I hadn't demanded to meet you, you wouldn't have shown up," her complaining continued with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

my pack as the king. So please tell me why you sent me a request to return to the pack a week earlier only because you were coming?!" I inquired,

approaching," she reminded me, her tone

Mother," I scoffed, my impatience getting the better of

have an heir," she scowled, her words

Not again!

this more than necessary, and

my reply is still the same: it will happen when

heavy, mirroring the pain in her eyes. I knew why

my life and couldn't escape it. This was my fate. My thirtieth birthday. Until now, I had resolved to face whatever fate

we are

reasoned, her voice tinged with desperation. "You know how important it is for us to save our bloodline and have a child from you

Saved

have changed," I explained earnestly, my voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "Blair's children can

desperation to disbelief. She scolded me, her words filled

stubborn, Zander? After becoming an Alpha King, do you think you have become a god who can change the rules that we have followed for generations?" Her words cut through the air, filled with

momentarily, yet the determination in her voice remained steadfast. "Only your son can carry

my mother understand that in modern times, it didn't matter if the child carrying forward our bloodline was a son or a daughter? The importance lay in their connection to our lineage and their worthiness

my voice brimming with conviction. "The Moonglow pack shall never be left without an Alpha under

I could see a glimmer of hope beginning to flicker

for your mate, but you couldn't find her," she grimaced. "Your

go through miscarriages. I knew it was my fault and could never forgive myself for that.

this time, I don't care if you have to mate with ten she-wolves. I just want to see your child," Mother added, making me growl

a manwhore?! Mating with

Mother? Are you even listening to yourself?" I frowned,

mating with multiple she-wolves just to secure an heir felt absurd and disgusting