Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487 Chosen Mates
*Selena*

He sent his car to pick me up for the date. Not that I expected him to come himself. Of course, the almighty Alpha King couldn’t be bothered to do something as simple as that.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I stopped dead in my tracks. The entire place was empty. Reserved. For us.

In the center of the room, a table sat perfectly set, glowing under soft candlelight. My eyes immediately landed on him—Alpha Zander Blake. He was already sitting there, dressed in a black tuxedo that looked like it was tailored just for him. Because of course it was. I hated how unfairly handsome he looked. The cold-hearted monster somehow managed to look like he’d stepped out of a dream.

“Alpha,” I mumbled, walking toward the table.

He didn’t stand. Didn’t offer so much as a smile. Typical. The waiter pulled out my chair, and I sat down across from him, pretending I wasn’t the least bit impressed. But I couldn’t help it—I glanced around, taking in the sheer extravagance of it all. The place was beautiful. Too beautiful.

Of course, Zander wouldn’t settle for anything less.

We sat in silence as the waiters served our meal, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. The soft clink of utensils was the only sound, and it felt like every moment stretched on forever.

I couldn't take it anymore. The silence was unbearable.

"Can I ask something, Alpha?" I finally broke the stillness.

He slowly looked up from his phone, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine with that unnerving intensity. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

"Go ahead," he said, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed, trying to clear my mind of the effect his mere presence had on me. This wasn't the time to get distracted by his godlike features. Focus, Selena. Focus.

"Why do you want to marry me?" I asked timidly, my gaze following his every movement as he ate with effortless grace, almost as if he were doing the food a favor by allowing it to touch his lips.

"Because you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he replied, his voice cool and matter-of-fact, as though discussing such a thing was as casual as talking about the weather.

I felt my cheeks warm at his words. Coming from Zander Blake—the most powerful, most handsome, and most dominant alpha, no... the Alpha King himself—it was both flattering and unnerving.

But the doubt lingered in my heart as I shot another question, "Umm... What about your wolf? Will he accept me?"

"Lyon has already accepted you. You don't need to worry," he assured me, his focus still on his meal, as though the subject didn't warrant his full attention.

"Oh!" My lips formed a perfect 'O' of surprise. The idea of meeting his powerful wolf intrigued me, as I had heard countless stories about him.

"But... don't you need a strong Luna by your side who helps you to be stronger?" I couldn't help but voice my confusion, well aware of the importance of a strong Luna to support an Alpha.

His deep laughter resonated through the air, causing my heart to flutter in response. He peered at me with his intense, deep blue eyes, and I found myself momentarily lost in their captivating gaze.

"I am Zander Blake, Selena," he growled with authority. "I am the Alpha King, the strongest among werewolves. I don't need a woman to make me stronger. But..." He leaned closer, his smugness evident. "I assure you that if you stay with me, you will be well taken care of and safe," he declared confidently.

As much as I wanted to roll my eyes at his show-off attitude, a part of me couldn't deny the truth in his words. Zander was undeniably powerful, and I couldn't ignore the fact that being with him might provide a certain level of security.

I shifted in my seat before summoning the courage to ask an important question that had been troubling me since the revelation of this arranged marriage and alliance.

"What if... what if someday you find your fated mate?" I breathed out nervously, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I am twenty-five and still haven't found her," he dismissed my concern with a wave of his hand as if it was an insignificant issue.

"But it doesn't mean you can't find her in the future," I argued, staring at him closely.

His expression turned hard and cold, his calculating gaze studying me intensely for what felt like an eternity before he finally responded, "You have my word, Selena. You will always be my Luna as long as you give me an heir."