Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 519 Favourite Position

*Zander*

"Where were you last night?" my voice dripping with accusation as I asked my Beta.

Maddox's brow furrowed as if he tried to recall.

"I was on patrol as usual as it was my turn," he replied, his shoulders lifting in a shrug. But I wasn't convinced.

"Are you sure?" I challenged, my voice sharpening with suspicion..

"Yes! Why are you interrogating me? Wait a minute! Do you suspect me of breaching the security system?" He furrowed his brows deeper.

"Maddox, I discovered your fingerprint on the door unlocking system," I informed him firmly. His expression shifted to one of shock.

"I swear to the Goddess, I didn't enter the data room yesterday. In fact I never entered that room alone and never without you," he insisted as his brows furrowed even deeper in desperation.

I took a step closer, my alpha instincts urging me to push harder for the truth

"Do you really expect me to believe you? Besides me, only you have access to the data room. And your fingerprint was recorded in the system the last time the door was opened," I said, my face contorted with a grimace, as I confronted him. "Zander, please, just stop!" he cried out in frustration, slamming his palms on the table. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to regain his composure.

"I'd rather die than be labeled a traitor. This pack is my home, and I've shed blood for it. I would never betray you or this pack, even if someone were to kill me. Please, believe me, or kill me, but don't call me a traitor," he pleaded.

I could see the truth in his eyes. As the Alpha King, the Goddess had bestowed upon me the ability to peer into someone's eyes and discern whether they were telling the truth or lying. And in that moment, I knew Maddox was telling the truth. "Then, Maddox, this is even more serious because someone has used your fingerprint, and we have no idea who it was," I informed him, and he nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.

Maddox made his way back to the pack house, intending to head toward the training ground.

Lyon and I were filled with restlessness. The puzzle was growing increasingly complex with each passing day.

Needing to release some pent-up energy, I decided to go for a run. Swiftly discarding my clothes, I shifted into my large, black wolf and darted towards the woods.

As I bounded through the royal medicinal garden, Lyon's keen senses detected familiar scent, roses and peaches.

Without wasting any time, I shifted back into my human form and swiftly put on a pair of shorts. We had strategically placed clothes at regular intervals to ensure we didn't end up wandering around naked during emergency shifts. My eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for the source of the captivating aroma.

And there she was.

her from behind the cover of a tree. She let out a frustrated sigh and glanced around the garden, her

and her face lit up as she

Oh, no! Shit!

her

herb, I swiftly grabbed her waist from behind and

startled by

she began cursing, attempting to

I asked, whispering into her

my arms as she took a

her words barely audible, her heartbeat racing so fast that even I could hear it without relying on

back at me. Her face was so dangerously close to mine, her breath brushing against my

as I unconsciously muttered, "Because that herb was poisonous,

as she turned to look at the

did you learn to curse so much?" I

you care? Just let me go, Alpha," she clenched her

released my hold on her waist, allowing her to step away. She

fiancée still want to kill me," she muttered under her breath, her words

to an abrupt halt, colliding with my chest. Her eyes widened, and her voice quivered with apprehension. "I... I have a lot of work. Please, let me go," she pleaded

to kill me?" I couldn't stop myself from asking the question

scowl creased her features, and she shook her

she exclaimed. "No!" she declared firmly, her expression turning stern,

big eyes locked with mine. "...because I don't

her waist with

are you doing?" Selena's eyes widened, her words stumbling

I responded. "That you're not turned on and don't become wet with desire when I'm near. Your body doesn't melt

lips hovering just above hers, our breaths mingling, my

you serious? Why would I feel anything for you when...when we've both rejected

she retorted, staring back at me

anger,

nearest tree,

as the painful memories of that unfortunate day resurfaced. She flinched at first but soon glared at