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.

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

believe it's a mistake by the Moon Goddess," Alexander challenged, his voice laced with determination. "So, you think the

her mind a whirlwind of confusion. She grappled with the

deeply regret not being present at the mating ball," Alexander confessed, a sense of remorse tainting his words. "If I had been there, I would have found you before Zephyr did, and you would have been with me in my pack house," he spoke in a somber tone, recalling the missed opportunity with

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 disrupted his plans,

and Zephyr was. Now, I am married to him," Arabella's voice quivered with

love him?" Alexander asked abruptly, his voice

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

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

As Arabella remained silent,

Alexander spoke with conviction,

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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

chance to prove my

sensed her resistance slowly crumbling. Her body and heart seemed to succumb to the powerful pull of the

her breath hitched in her chest, her eyes shut tight as she grappled

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

demise plunged Arabella into an abyss of

reaction had never occurred

fiery sensation engulfed her, her initial urge to push him away transformed into a yearning to pull him closer. Breaking away,