Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 583 Golden Trident *Selena*

"Selena!" Damon's voice sliced through the tense air as he hurried over to me. His eyes swept over me, filled with concern, as he reached out to touch my shoulder, checking for injuries.

"I'm furious with you right now," he muttered, his grip tight with worry. "But I'm relieved you're safe. These wounds will heal, but I won't forgive those who did this to you." His gaze turned deadly as he glared at the demon king and Nicholas. Damon closed his eyes briefly, muttering something under his breath. Suddenly, he summoned a golden trident, causing both Nicholas and the demon king to gasp in fear.

"Wait, that's... that's the warlock king, Zephyr's trident," the demon king stammered, his eyes wide with shock. "How did you get this?"

I stared at Damon in shock. But he seemed unfazed as his smirk was smug and confident.

"Now you're scared, huh, demon king?" Damon sneered.

The demon king shook his head, his gaze fixed on Damon.

"Alpha Alexander will come for his mate," he announced, his eyes flicking to me.

Confusion clouded my mind.

"Who's Alpha Alexander? What are you talking about?" I demanded, but before the demon king could respond, Damon attacked him with his golden trident, and the demon king vanished. I didn't know if he was dead or just banished back to his realm. "Now it's your turn, Nicholas," Damon growled, turning his attention to the next threat. With a swift motion, Damon struck Nicholas with the trident, and Nicholas disintegrated into ashes.

Then Damon turned to me, his hand reaching out to mine.

"Let's go, Selena," he said firmly.

"But what was he saying about Alpha Alexander?" I demanded, my voice urgent.

demon king. It doesn't mean anything. Let's go,"

king, and why did he bring up Alpha Alexander while looking at me? There were still so many unanswered questions swirling in my mind. As we returned to the castle, I could feel Damon's anger simmering beneath

my uncle?" he exploded as soon as we

trying to find some answers to my questions," I replied calmly, trying to keep my own emotions

questions?" he asked, his brow furrowing

racing heart. "The questions that have been bothering

snapped, irritation clear in his voice. "I've

about Arabella and your past life,"

you care?" he

connection to her," I improvised quickly, hoping he wouldn't see through

just a coincidence. You have no connection

And why won't you tell me the truth about her?" I countered, my frustration boiling over. "There's nothing

I repeated, my anger flaring. "How did she

in a war," he

I exclaimed, my frustration reaching its peak. "And what about you?

your questions are

Why do you want to know about my past life? Don't you trust me? I'm your mate, for crying out loud!" he growled, throwing his hands

Yet

an alpha, and I never doubted you," he countered, trying to make me feel guilty. "But you keep bombarding me with questions, making me feel miserable by my own mate," he grimaced,

I wasn't going to let it

me a straight answer? Tell me, what were you in your past life? Were you the warlock of King Zephyr?" I asked straightforwardly, refusing to let him dodge my questions. He looked startled for a moment, but then his poker face returned, as I