Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

"Thank you for coming," Alexander murmured, his unwavering gaze fixed upon his mate. He had called her to the furthest reaches of the forest, beyond the borders of Zephyr's kingdom. Beside them, the river flowed gently, the sun casting its final hues across the horizon,

Chapter 560 Fighting For Love heralding the impending dusk.

"I... I had to come, but please, let's talk first," Arabella whispered, her voice laced with nervousness as her hands found support upon his broad shoulders. Each touch was akin to brushing against a blaze; a forbidden heat coursed through her, delivering a sensation that brought her more pleasure than pain.

"Alright," he responded firmly, his stare unyielding upon her.

"Um, could you... please release me and maintain some distance?" Arabella attempted to squirm out of his embrace.

"Why? We can still converse like this," he rebuffed, refusing to relinquish his hold.

"But... it's wrong," she gasped, her breaths growing more labored.

"No, it isn't. You are my mate," he growled, his voice resonating with authority.

"I am bound in marriage to King Zephyr," she panted breathlessly.

"That was a mistake, and we will correct it," he asserted, his words resolute.

Arabella gasped at Alexander's fearless declaration as her wide eyes watched him with fear.

"No, we can't do this. No one will accept it, it's wrong," she protested, though the haze clouding her mind made it challenging to distinguish right from wrong.

onto her fiercely. Alexander was her mate, a bond ordained by the Moon Goddess-a sacred connection that transcended all else. They were the first true

laced with

I don't know," Arabella stammered, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. She grappled with the inexplicable twists of

found you before Zephyr did, and you would have been with me in my pack house," he spoke in a

had foreseen the arrival of Alexander's fated mate at the ball. Alexander hadn't intended to seek a mate, yet, an inexplicable

Now, I am married to him," Arabella's voice quivered with remorse, her inner wolf yearning

asked abruptly, his

lost and speechless, uncertain if her presence beside Zephyr was rooted in love for him or merely the consequence of their marriage. Zephyr had never shown concern for Arabella's emotions, never inquired about her desires

himself upon her. Despite the sacred connection between them, he refrained from advancing intimately while he could sense her body's response nestled in his arms. This act touched the deepest recesses of her

As Arabella remained silent,

Alexander spoke with conviction,

tel

to spend my life by your side," he confessed firmly, prompting an unfamiliar sensation to

me the chance to prove

to succumb to the powerful pull of the mate bond, instilling a growing sense

her eyes shut tight as she grappled with the overwhelming emotions engulfing her in that

everything. Without you, I am incomplete," he spoke, his words laden with heartfelt sincerity as he

demise plunged Arabella into an abyss of intense pain, rendering her breathless and tears

her neck with a tenderness that sent goosebumps racing across Arabella's entire body. Such a reaction had never occurred when Zephyr touched or kissed her. "Don't deny it, Arabella. You feel what I feel," he murmured, his embrace tightening around her, drawing her closer

dissipated as Alexander nibbled at her marking spot. A fiery sensation engulfed her, her initial urge to push him away transformed