Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 544 Let Me Heal You *Blair*

I took a deep breath as I stood in front of the door. Ever since I'd learned about Emile's betrayal, I'd been yearning to see Maddox. Unfortunately, he'd been swamped with his Beta responsibilities, and I couldn't get a moment with him. But now, the news had reached me

that he was about to leave with Zander. I couldn't wait any longer. My feet carried me to his doorstep.

I gently knocked and waited there with a pounding heart. The door slowly creaked open. A look of sheer surprise washed over Maddox's face.

"Blair?! Umm... You need something?" His voice quivered with concern, and his eyes held a mixture of shock and curiosity.

"Can I come in?" I whispered, a soft smile on my lips.

Maddox hesitated for a moment, then opened the door wide and stepped aside, granting me entry. I heard the door close softly behind me. As I entered his room, I couldn't help but inhale deeply, lost in the scent that surrounded me. It was distinctly Maddox, a blend of the forest and the refreshing aroma of rain.

My heart raced wildly with his presence so close, and I could sense his eyes on me, even without looking at him. It made me want to turn and run into his arms, but I resisted, focusing instead on the room to banish those tempting thoughts from my mind.

The room exuded an air of elegance, with its stark contrast of ivory and black furnishings. The walls stood pristine in white, absorbing the heavy silence that hung between us. Maddox stood there, his patience a testament to his unwavering composure. I took a few moments to gather my thoughts before I summoned the courage to face him.

"Maddox, I heard about Emile," I whispered, my eyes filled with empathy, searching his.

His frown deepened, and he averted his gaze.

"Blair, if you want to talk about those things, I don't have time. I have to leave in a

few hours, and I have to pack and prepare for it," he said with a curt edge, striding purposefully to the table where maps and notes sprawled like a cartographer's

scattered on his bed, a visual indicator of the impending

flickered in my mind, conjuring images of him with me on that tousled bed, a fantasy that drew an involuntary hitch in my breath. Panic seized me, and I shook my head

alone, Blair," he retorted sternly, his eyes fixed on the intricate details of the map. However,

my refusal cutting

face me, was a tempest of fury, his anger palpable in

I mock my mate?" I snapped back, irritation bubbling up at the unjust blame he seemed to cast upon me. "I don't fucking have a mate! And I

But you have me!

just because you say it. We both are mates, and the Moon Goddess

my patience.

a good situation to mess

darkening dangerously. There

vulnerability beneath his toughenet

a silent plea

understanding.

for him. Despite his vehement denial, the pain he carried was evident. Emile's betrayal had inflicted wounds

murmured, my gaze softening with all the love I held for

breath of vulnerability hung in the air as

my voice as my hand rose, trembling from hesitation slightly, to make contact with

passed between us, an unspoken connection that surged through my veins. His reaction was palpable - a sudden jolt, an Adam's

the distance between us, our gazes

understanding. Summoning el

connection, the undeniable bond of mates, lingered in the air