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.

wrong, and Zephyr should release her after knowing she belonged to Alexander. However, he held onto her fiercely. Alexander was her mate, a bond ordained by the Moon Goddess-a sacred connection that transcended all else. They were the

his voice laced with

of confusion. She grappled with the inexplicable twists of destiny that had

tainting his words. "If I had been there, I would have found you before Zephyr did, and

step-brother that led to Zephyr summoning him, forbidding his attendance at the Mating Ball. At times, he pondered if it had been deliberate, as though Zephyr had foreseen the arrival of Alexander's fated mate at the ball. Alexander hadn't intended to seek a mate, yet, an inexplicable force had driven him to contemplate attending the ball,

Now, I am married to him," Arabella's voice quivered with remorse, her inner wolf yearning to acknowledge the mate bond over

asked abruptly,

in love for him or merely the consequence of their marriage. Zephyr had never shown concern

and desires. He didn't impose 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

As Arabella remained silent,

Alexander spoke with conviction,

tel

for you and my desire to spend my life by your side,"

the chance to

crumbling. Her body and heart seemed to succumb to the powerful pull of the mate bond, instilling a growing sense of

please let go of me," she pleaded, her breath hitched in her chest, her eyes shut tight as she grappled with the

are my mate, my everything. Without you, I am incomplete," he spoke, his words laden with heartfelt sincerity as he paused to behold her exquisite countenance. No matter how long he gazed upon her

reject me," he whispered, prompting Arabella's eyes to snap open. Her intentions became evident to him. The mere thought of his demise plunged Arabella into an abyss of intense pain, rendering her breathless and

goosebumps racing across Arabella's entire body. Such a reaction had never occurred when Zephyr touched or kissed

mate. All rational thoughts dissipated as Alexander nibbled at her marking spot. A fiery sensation engulfed her, her initial urge to push him away transformed into a yearning to pull him closer. Breaking away, Alexander locked eyes with Arabella, finding in her gaze the same desire and lust mirrored in his