Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 663 Chapter 663 New Ally

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In the dim, oppressive air of the dark den, the Dark Alpha's voice echoed with a chilling resonance. "Damon, your army is useless. It didn't help me terrorize Alpha Zander Blake," he sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.

Damon stood amidst the flickering light of a ritual circle, the golden trident in his grasp glowing faintly. He had been channeling its ancient power, weaving warlock incantations to strengthen himself for the inevitable day of destruction. The interruption was unwelcome, his irritation evident in the way his shoulders tensed.

"Don't blame my army for your incompetence!" Damon roared, his deep voice reverberating through the chamber as his concentration shattered. The dark energy around him flickered, momentarily unstable, as his fury took hold.

The Dark Alpha smirked, his hulking figure barely visible in the shadows. "Hah! Then who should I blame?" he retorted, his voice laced with mockery. "Alpha Zander's efficient warriors, perhaps? Or is it his cunning mate who's outmaneuvering you?"

The taunt was deliberate, and Damon's grip on the trident tightened. His eyes burned with a mixture of rage and determination, the golden glow of the artifact reflecting his inner turmoil.

"Careful, Dark Alpha. Your arrogance blinds you to the forces at play," he hissed, his voice low and menacing.

Dark Alpha chuckled darkly, unfazed by Damon's

scales will tip," he growled, his tone deadly. "And when they do, the universe will tremble under our combined might." Though Damon had never seen the Dark Alpha's face-just as no one else had-he knew enough. He knew the Dark Alpha's goals were as twisted and ambitious as his own. Their partnership was born out of necessity, not trust, but for

bring her ancient wolf under our control?" Damon asked, his tone laced with urgency,

Alpha let out a frustrated

be easily manipulated," he admitted, his tone edged with

countless ways, and appearing before her as Zander Blake had been his ace

The Dark Alpha couldn't fathom how she had seen through him. It was

a strong-willed woman she was, and it couldn't simply be the power of the mate bond. No, it couldn't be that strong. He refused to

Alpha continued

even played my ace trick-but it didn't work

his hand pulsating faintly. "There's always a way. If we can't

wary. "And how do you propose we do

her anchor, her greatest strength. If we sever that bond,

on! We've tried

in frustration. “That's a terrible idea.” He was visibly irritated, remembering how his