Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 529 My Stubborn Mate *Maddox*

The moment I laid eyes on Blair training with Lewis, I knew I was in deep trouble. It had already been incredibly challenging for me to resist the mate bond, especially considering I had a chosen mate and had been leading a happy life for all those years. But Blair's return

brought back the agonizing pain of staying away from my destined mate.

Why couldn't she make things simpler? Why couldn't she either reject me or accept my rejection? She's only making this situation harder for both of us. She deserved to find a mate who truly deserved her, someone who was of her own age.

Eleven years ago, when I discovered that she was my mate, she was only eight years old. I was faced with two options: either wait until she turned sixteen and claim her, but I doubted she could handle my dark desires at such a young age, or inform her about our mate bond and overshadow her childhood, only to claim her when she reached the legal age for werewolves, which was sixteen.

However, I chose a third option. I released her from the mate bond and selected Emile as my chosen mate instead. This way, Blair could live a normal life, cherish her childhood, enjoy her teenage years, and flourish in her adulthood. She could date boys her own age and find a mate who truly deserved her, someone who would love her wholeheartedly.

We were not meant for each other, and she had to accept that.

I needed to talk to her, but she was blocking my mind links, refusing to let me reach out to her.

Feeling exhausted, I finally went to her room. Blair opened the door, wearing a silk robe with wet hair as if she had just come out of the shower.

"Maddox?!" she exclaimed in surprise upon seeing me at her door, quickly replacing her surprise with a taunting smile.

"I didn't realize you would be so desperate after just one touch that you came to meet me in my room," she taunted.

I let out a sigh of frustration as I entered the room and closed the door behind me. She smirked mischievously, her eyes glinting with desire as she began to untie the sash of her robe.

Fuck!

She didn't know that she was playing with fire. I couldn't help but recall how she had tried to seduce me during our training session. It took every ounce of self-control to resist succumbing to the mate bond and kissing her.

I swiftly reached out and grabbed her hand, stopping her from opening her robe. As our skin made contact, I could feel Micah stirring within me, growling in response to our fated mate's presence.

"I'm not here for that, Blair. I came to talk to you," I stated, my voice tinged with frustration.

She narrowed her eyes at me, quickly tying the sash of her robe.

the mood to talk," she dismissed, flinging the door open and

Fuck me!

won't leave until you listen to me," I stated with an unwavering firmness, my

cold and distant, a clear indication that my presence was far from

laced with a frostiness that mirrored the ice in her eyes. "Get out, Maddox. I have to get ready for the

I deserved every ounce of it. But I wasn't about

firmly, my tone intimidating, "I'm not

I saw a flicker of surprise in her eyes. She turned away, crossing her arms across her chest. It was okay for me as long as she would listen

that you were my fated

deserve."

bore into mine, a mixture of hurt and confusion swirling

for me?" she snapped,

had led us to this point. But I needed

fated mate away," her voice quivered, and in her tear-filled eyes, I saw

whispered, my voice a hushed promise, my heart aching in response. Without thinking, I closed the distance between us in two long strides until I was by her side, my arms instinctively reaching out to pull her into an

within me,

through my mind

realization dawned that

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the connection was overwhelming, a

I had built to protect both of us threatened to crumble. A tender impulse guided my actions, my thumb brushing gently across her wet cheeks, wiping away

"Though it kills me to say this, I truly believe that you deserve someone who can offer you more than I can." Her voice, soft and uncertain, inquired, "Why do you think we

in her gaze were both a heartache and a comfort, tugging at the frayed edges of my resolve. "Because I am older than you, darling," I admitted, my voice a mixture of tenderness and regret. "And because I know what's best for you. Just like I used to tell you when

I couldn't forsake, even if it meant denying my own desires. Tears

resting place against my chest. A rush of longing and desire surged within me, and I held her tighter as

want anyone else but you," she confessed through sobs, her words piercing the defenses I had

began softly. "It's messing with your head.

continued, my words measured and steady, "I can't do this to Emile. She's been by my side

slightly, her wet eyes locking onto mine as if searching