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.

her, and you don't have to make excuses," Lyon taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. "She will never know." "Shut up, Lyon!" I snarled through the

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

before I could fully comprehend what was happening, my gaze involuntarily dropped to her parted lips. They were so tempting and sweet. The memory of our last kiss two days ago suddenly flooded my mind.

her when she's not in her senses!" I blurted out, my gaze fixed upon Selena's

kiss her?" he questioned, a mischievous tone lacing his words. As if coming out

breathed

"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 lie perfectly," Lyon mocked, his words dripping with sarcasm. He always found a way to get under my

my frustrations. "I don't lie," I declared in

please," he scoffed, not relenting. "That was

my 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 response. Silence seemed like the better option.

I gently scooped her up into my arms, her small, soft body fitting perfectly 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 flutter, but soon, my heart began to beat loudly in

voice intruded through our mind-link, as he could feel

I strode purposefully toward the Omega quarters. I

her room, the

by

as it swung open. Carefully, I laid her down on the bed, my gaze momentarily captivated the sight of her long, blonde curls cascading over her face. With a gentle touch, I swept

resist, I trailed my fingers lightly along her cheek, the softness of her skin

our