Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 609 Unmasked

When I arrived at the pack house, the first thing I did was ask for Austin. Guilt gnawed at me for not giving him the time he deserved, especially when his mother was no longer in this world. But the weight of my responsibilities as the Alpha King left me with little choice. I had to protect the entire werewolf community from the growing threats of the dark alpha and the vampire, Damon.

My mother told me that Blair had put Austin to bed after ensuring he'd finished his dinner. I didn't ask about Alpha Albert and Anne, but my mother mentioned they had left earlier in the evening as Alpha Albert had some urgency in his pack. I didn't press further and made my way to my room.

After a warm shower and changing into fresh clothes, I sat by the window, letting the cool night air soothe my restless mind. My gaze shifted to the moon, its soft light casting a calming glow. But as I stared at it, something strange happened it felt like the moon turned into a mirror, reflecting the face of that mysterious woman.

Who was she? And why couldn't I forget her?

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to make sense of why she felt so familiar. Could it be possible she was my... mate?!

The thought hit me like cold water poured over my head, jolting me awake from a deep slumber. But I couldn't be certain. At that time, Lyon had been blocked, and I couldn't sense the mate bond.

'I could feel you,' Lyon's voice resonated in my head through our mind link. 'I wish I could have helped you and seen that lady. She must be special if you're thinking about her this much.'

'Yes, she was something,' I admitted. 'I feel like she came to help me, to save me because she knew me. But why couldn't I recognize her?'

'So, it means you're not going to marry Anne?' he asked, leaving me speechless.

a mysterious woman I'd only seen for a fleeting second was the reason I was considering breaking the wedding?! I hadn't even confirmed if she was real or just a figment of

stayed silent, Lyon spoke again. 'I still don't feel the bond with Anne. Don't marry

he kept pushing me to cancel the wedding while Mother kept pressuring me to get married soon,

*Selena*

the pedestal as the people gathered around me. Their chants of holy words echoed in the air, their voices rising in reverence as

my hand, sweeping it gently over the crowd, silently blessing them. This ritual had become part of my daily routine, yet I still couldn't shake the awkwardness that accompanied

however, were beyond my

on the boy's head. Warmth spread from my fingertips, and when I opened my eyes, the boy stood upright, his wounds healed, his vitality restored. A gasp of astonishment swept

fulfill-the wish to be with my mate and son. The irony was not lost on me; I

the offerings brought by the devotees and carried them to the castle. Once the offering rituals were complete, it was time for me to go to the temple-my temple. Strange, isn't

her and the other priestesses, the ritual began. I was seated at the e center of the temple on a round mat wrapped in soft silk cloth. Devotees gathered around

emotions bore down on me, and I felt a sharp ache building in my head as if my mind might burst from the sheer

sat there with a neutral expression as the priestesses poured holy water, milk, and scattered flowers over me, along with draping a pure silk shawl. Strangely, none of it

was flavorful and satisfying,

and I could return

if all the vibrant colors of life had been drained away, leaving behind an eerie serenity. It felt as though the realm existed solely to absorb the pain and despair