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.

to talk," she dismissed, flinging the

Fuck me!

until you listen to me," I stated with an unwavering firmness,

ahead, cold and distant, a clear indication that my presence

when they came, were laced with a frostiness that mirrored the ice in her eyes. "Get out, Maddox. I have

it.

firmly, my tone intimidating, "I'm

stiffened, and for a moment, 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 to what I

by you. But when I found out that you were my fated mate, fear took over. I was terrified of burdening you with a life you didn't sign up for. I didn't want you tied to a man so much older than you, didn't want you to miss out

deserve."

bore into mine, a mixture

to decide what's best for me?" she snapped, her voice laced with

my actions had led us to this point. But I

the right to take my fated mate away," her voice quivered, and in her tear-filled eyes, I saw a torrent of

aching in response. Without thinking, I closed the distance between us in two long strides until I was by her side,

surged within

through my

dawned that

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yearned for. The intensity of the connection was overwhelming, a symphony

touch like a balm to my fractured soul. At that moment, my resolve wavered as the walls I had built to protect both of us threatened to crumble. A tender

with the weight of my feelings. "Though it kills me to say this, I truly believe that you deserve someone who can offer you more than I can." Her voice,

the color of warm amber, held a kaleidoscope of emotions, each shade flickering like flames beneath the surface. The vulnerability and innocence 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

ingrained in me, a duty that I couldn't forsake, even if

broken plea that resonated with the depths of her pain. Her grip tightened around me, her head finding a resting place against my chest. A rush of longing and desire surged within me, and I held her tighter as if my embrace alone could chase away the shadows that clouded

confessed through sobs, her

the mate bond, Blair," I began softly. "It's messing with your head. You have to think

She's been by my side all these years, and she's a wonderful mate. I

away slightly, her wet eyes locking onto mine as if searching for some kind of validation