Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 648 Chapter 648 Typical Alpha

"I am an Alpha, and this is my pack," he replied coolly, his tone calm but unapologetic. "I have many responsibilities to handle, and I don't need to ask anyone's permission every time."

His nonchalant response only fueled my anger.

Arrogant, self-absorbed Alpha King!

I huffed internally, biting back a sharp retort.

"So, you mean to tell me you don't feel the need to let your mate know you won't be coming home for an entire night?" I countered, my voice laced with annoyance. "If you're so self-absorbed and wrapped up in your precious duties, Alpha King, maybe I have no reason to stay here. Perhaps I should return to my realm," I threatened, throwing his arrogance right back at him.

Zander's eyes widened slightly, the weight of my words crashing into him. For a moment, he looked as if reality had hit him square in the chest.

Of course, two can play this game of arrogance, Alpha.

I tilted my chin up, meeting his now-conflicted gaze with unwavering defiance.

"I was on night patrol," he finally admitted, his voice softer now, as though trying to pacify me. "I came home early this morning."

I let out a dry snort, unimpressed by his explanation. Now he seemed to realize the cost of his aloofness. "But no one knew about it," I snapped, my frustration evident. "Even your beta had no idea where you went. You blocked his mindlink too!" My tone was sharp, accusing. I was ready for a fight.

his gaze, a clear sign he

pressed, my anger bubbling over. "What if someone needed you while you were gone, with no way to reach you? What if I needed you?" My voice softened at the

a moment, his usual confidence faltered.

a hand through my hair. What was the point of discussing it? I couldn't shake the nagging feeling

the Dark Alpha? The thought crossed my mind again, unbidden and unwelcome. If he was hiding something so big, would confronting him even help? Would

his expression, but his stoic face

to gauge his

don't remember

the royal forest?” I asked, my tone laced with subtle manipulation. My

the way his expression

хал?

of his eyes, betraying a

firmly toward him. "Who did you see? And what did he do

slightly. "Never go near the forest again," he warned, his tone sharp. "Stay in the pack house. Strange things are happening in the territory, and I'm investigating them." With that, he abruptly released me and stood, crossing the room to grab his T-shirt. He threw it on

a conversation unfinished like this," I called out, exasperation thick in my

paused at the doorway, glancing back at

impatience and something

his eyes. "Mate,

I