Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 634 Chapter 634 Negotiation

I stood before my pack house, my legs threatening to give out beneath me as my heart and mind waged war against each other.

'Come on, Zander. Do you really think Selena is behind those deaths?' Lyon growled in frustration. 'I'm not ready to believe she could do something like that.'

I let out a long sigh, a wave of defeat washing over me. I didn't want to believe it either. But as a ruler, I couldn't ignore the facts-and the facts were pointing in a direction I couldn't refuse to accept.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, I pushed open the doors and entered the pack house. The sight that greeted me eased a fraction of the weight on my chest.

Austin's cheerful laughter filled the room as he sat cross-legged on the floor, his tiny hands gripping crayons. Anne knelt beside him, patiently helping him with his kindergarten coloring assignment. Seeing my son happy melted away some of the stress that had been clawing at me, even if only for a moment. "Zander," Anne greeted me with a warm smile. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No, thanks, Anne," I replied, shaking my head. "I want to freshen up first."

She nodded, her attention returning to Austin as she resumed helping him with his coloring. I walked past the kitchen, where the familiar sight of my mother and Blair overseeing the household chores greeted me.

My eyes instinctively scanned the room, searching for Selena, but she was nowhere in sight.

"Where is Selena?" I asked Blair, my tone casual yet laced with curiosity.

"I haven't seen her all day," she answered calmly. "She might be in her room."

Without another word, I turned and headed straight to my room, where Selena had been staying.

I opened the door, the faint trace of Selena's scent lingered in the air, but it was faded, as if

while. I didn't need to look

where had she gone for so long without telling

following any hint of

outside the door before I

wide eyes staring at me as she froze mid-action... using

hesitantly, her voice uncertain.

study. "No

an innocent charm, her wide eyes looking

North. This is my workspace, filled with confidential details I bring home to review in my free time. If you wanted to come here, you should have asked me first." "Okay,

with practiced ease. Suspicion pricked at my senses. I swiftly turned the laptop toward me, my eyes

all-too-familiar sinking feeling hit me when I realized that all the recent work on it had been

yet another reason to trust Freya's findings and to doubt

are you hiding from me, my

in my mind like a persistent whisper. A strange sense of déjà vu crept over me, a nagging feeling that something eerily similar had

growled

at me,

neutral, but her

thought I'd do some research about the North to understand you better," she

studied her carefully. The words seemed too practiced, too deliberate. A queen of the