Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 517 Memories *Zander*

In the dimly lit room, the soft glow highlighted my gaze fixed on a solitary figure slouched over the bar counter, her head resting on her arm as she sat on the barstool.

Selena Ardolf, the epitome of stubbornness and rebellion, had always been a challenge. I knew she couldn't handle the potent alcohols from my collection, specially crafted for werewolves. They were far too strong for normal humans or werewolves without a wolf to bear. That's precisely why I had forbidden her from

indulging in them. Yet, she persisted in sneaking in, just as she had done today, and the result was evident-she had passed out, succumbing to the potent drink's effects, just like she had in the past.

Taking a few cautious steps forward, I stood before her, peering closely at her

beautiful face. Her pink, full lips were slightly parted, and her enchanting hazel eyes remained closed. The smooth rise and fall of her breath indicated a peaceful slumber, and the stress and animosity she held for me were absent from her serene countenance. She didn't resemble my ex-mate, the one who had sought revenge against me.

What do you want, Selena Ardolf? And why are you doing this?

Is it for your criminal family?

I let out a weary sigh, watching her intently. It had been so long since I looked at her so closely.

"Kiss her," Lyon's voice echoed in my head as his words tinged with mischief and desire made me frown.

"What?!" I snapped back through the mind link.

amusement. "She will never know." "Shut up, Lyon!" I snarled through the mind link, trying to regain control over

guts to kiss her?!" Lyon taunted further, his voice

They were so tempting and sweet. The memory of our last kiss two

senses!" I blurted out, my gaze fixed upon Selena's

mischievous tone lacing his words. As if coming out of

I breathed

a very skillful king, capable of playing with your words," he commented with a hint of amusement in his voice. "What do you mean?" I frowned, trying to decipher his intentions. Was that supposed to be a compliment or a veiled insult? "Ah, well, you

took a deep breath, trying to control my frustrations. "I don't lie," I declared in my alpha

relenting. "That was

buttons. I contemplated arguing further, defending myself against his accusations. But the truth was, he wouldn't stop speaking and wouldn't stop trying to provoke a

in my embrace as she leaned against my chest, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck. Something stirred deep within my stoned heart that I couldn't quite comprehend. It started as a faint

deny it, Zander," Lyon's voice intruded through our mind-link, as he could feel what

aside Lyon's words as I strode purposefully toward the Omega quarters. I moved with silent determination,

I entered her room, the

by

curls cascading over her face. With a

whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet room. Unable to resist, I trailed my fingers lightly along her cheek, the softness of her

our