Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 554 Once Upon A Time *Thousands of years ago*

Narrator's POV.

Once upon a time, in a world where supernatural beings coexisted with humans, Warlocks and Witches held dominion due to their superior powers.

Residing in this realm was the remarkably beautiful werewolf princess, Arabella, whose father led a small pack as an Alpha. The news of her extraordinary beauty had spread far and wide across the world.

Just a month after her 18th birthday, numerous marriage proposals began pouring in from distant lands. Yet, like any caring father, Arabella's father sought the most suitable match for her and declined each proposal that arrived. "Arabella, quickly get ready. You have to leave for the mating ball," her mother urged, entering the room with urgency. Arabella, lost in her thoughts while seated near the window, snapped out of her reverie as her mother approached. "Why, Mother?" Arabella inquired, seeking an explanation.

"Because your father wanted you to go there," her mother replied.

"Mother, I am tired of meeting people. They ultimately get rejected by Father," Arabella complained.

"He is doing everything for your sake and good future. He and I love you, princess," her mother reasoned.

"I know, Mother, and that's why I don't want to go anywhere leaving you and Father," Arabella said, pouting as she hugged her mother from the side.

"Silly girl," her mother chuckled, kissing Arabella's forehead before placing the dress beside her. "Now quickly just get ready," her mother instructed, not waiting for her reply as she left the room.

Arabella glanced at the dress. It was a peach-colored, long lace gown. She trailed her hand along the delicate fabric, feeling its texture. She liked it. Taking it, she made her way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she changed into the clothing and wore the gown. Stepping out of the bathroom, she approached her vanity table, sitting on a stool. As she looked into the mirror, she was mesmerized by her reflection. The gown fit her perfectly, embracing her every curve and making her appear more feminine and mature than her age. Arabella was deep in her own contemplation. Tonight, she was expected to choose a mate, yet an unexplained restlessness tugged at her heart. In those times, among shifters, the selection of a mate was intrinsically tied to their prowess. For a female with numerous suitors vying for her, the males would engage in challenges, where the mightiest among them could lay claim to her hand.

solely in ancient tales, a notion merely spoken of in folklore and never substantiated by actual events. Among the Werewolves, the prevailing belief was that true mates were nothing

subject of

clarity, she responded with enigmatic smiles, perpetuating the confusion among the Werewolves. Yet, the very idea of having a true mate intrigued Arabella profoundly. Legends suggested that these unions were predestined by the moon goddess herself, forging an unbreakable bond between two

be reborn repeatedly, eternally

their mate in each new

the mating ball," scolded Gina, Arabella's closest friend and the daughter of her father's Beta, as she strode into Arabella's chamber and discovered her lost in contemplation. "Gina!" Arabella exclaimed,

response. "Miss Drama Queen, if you're finished with your theatrics, can

expression, Arabella smiled and gestured toward her hair. Strands of her silky blonde locks were still unstyled, framing her face in a gentle

an exasperated sigh, Gina took a hair comb and began to assist Arabella in setting her hair. She carefully pinned up Arabella's golden locks on one side, leaving some strands to cascade freely, creating an elegant

the natural beauty of the princess shone through effortlessly. Her radiant aura scarcely

hall where Alpha Ralph and Luna Darcy stood in anticipation. A sense of

attend the Mating

freedom to make their own choices without familial interference. The event was exclusive, reserved for the elite royal families from the mightiest

the Mating

King, Zephyr Blackthorn," Alpha Ralph revealed with a measured tone. "He's earnestly seeking his Queen, and this ball

opportunity. Show your beel.

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and charm