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.

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

Moon Goddess," Alexander challenged, his voice laced

Arabella stammered, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. She grappled with the inexplicable twists

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

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, but the conflict with his step-brother had

there, and Zephyr was. Now, I am married to him," Arabella's voice quivered with remorse, her inner wolf yearning to

him?" Alexander asked abruptly, his voice turning

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

between them, he refrained from advancing intimately while he could sense

As Arabella remained silent,

Alexander spoke with conviction,

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no use in concealing your emotions. I won't waste another moment without expressing my love for you and my desire to spend my life by your side," he confessed firmly, prompting an unfamiliar sensation

to prove my love,"

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

she pleaded, her breath hitched in her chest, her eyes

go away from me," Alexander confessed, anguish resonating in his voice. "You 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

Arabella into an abyss of intense pain, rendering her breathless and tears streaming down her cheeks.

urged, leaning closer until his lips brushed against 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 until her body flushed

surge of desire overwhelmed Arabella's thoughts. Her inner wolf yearned to claim their mate. All rational thoughts dissipated as Alexander nibbled at her marking spot. A fiery sensation engulfed her, her initial