Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 508 The Prophecy *Blair*

It had been three long years since I left for my studies abroad, and now I was finally back. Turning eighteen last year should have been the start of a new chapter in my life, but I hadn't found my mate yet. I had been waiting for my whole life to turn eighteen and find my

fated mate, but it had almost been a year, and I still hadn't found him.

It was frustrating, to say the least, but I knew that good things come to those who wait. I had faith that my fated mate was out there somewhere, and I would find him when the time was right. For now, I was just happy to be back home and surrounded by my loved ones. Zander had thrown a big party because a royal guest was also joining us.

Apparently, a Vampire Prince was coming over, so everyone was pretty hyped up about it. I put on my favorite red dress and headed to the party, eager to catch up with my old pack. The night was alive with anticipation, and the air filled with a sense of excitement and electricity. As I arrived at the venue, I couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before me. The open ground was adorned with shimmering decorations and the thumping beat of the music echoed through the surroundings. Stars and moon were shining above us. It was one of the best things I missed about my pack in those years.

I looked around and a smile stretched across my lips. It was a pretty wild night, with werewolves of all ages and ranks reveling in the festivities. The dance floor was a frenzy of spinning bodies and energetic movements, while the bar was crowded with werewolves enjoying their preferred drinks. Laughter and conversation filled the air as old friends reunited and shared stories of their adventures. But amidst the cheerful chaos, there was an underlying anticipation for the arrival of the Vampire Prince.

mingled

him since I left the pack three years ago. Something felt off because he was always present there for me at every step of my life as a protector and friend until he took a chosen mate when he didn't find his fated mate at eighteen. Maddox was much older than me and took his long-time girlfriend, Emile, as his chosen mate. But it was strange that I had not seen him here since I

was unlike anything I had eve encountered before-a heady mixture of earthy musk and pine. Intrigued, I closed

the crowd, following the invisible trail that led me toward the

hold of

air crackled with

could feel the gaze of those around me,

the end of the

path,