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."

I gasped as his kiss overwhelmed me. My senses drowned in the intensity of the moment. My eyes instinctively closed, surrendering to the powerful connection between us. The fervor only intensified as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. I shamelessly moaned, lost in the intoxicating bliss of the moment, unaware of the crowded hall surrounding us. His arm tightened around me, drawing me closer as if he wanted to merge our very beings into one.

His lips left my mouth, and a trail of kisses led down to my neck. I arched my neck in response, offering myself willingly to him. He licked the spot where his mark would be placed, sending another surge of desire through me. And then, he sucked hard, causing me to gasp and moan his name, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. Our bodies clung to each other, and I felt a stinging sensation as his canines pierced my skin, sealing our bond.

At that moment, our souls fused, and an undeniable connection linked us together. It felt divine and eternal as if we were destined to be entwined from the very beginning. I belonged to him, and he belonged to me – a profound and unbreakable bond.

He licked the mark he had made on my neck, kissing it with a tenderness that contrasted with the wild passion of moments ago. His eyes now gleamed golden, signifying the presence of his wolf. Yet, he kissed me with an ardor that devoured me whole, as if he wanted to claim every inch of me in that single kiss.

And then, he lifted me up in a bridal style, and I knew what would come next. At that moment, I cared not where we were or who might witness our union. All that mattered was being his in every possible way.

But as he placed me inside the car, confusion crept in, as the mating ground was merely a short walk away.

"Where are we going?" I asked, furrowing my brow as I looked at him while he settled beside me.

"On honeymoon," he replied, pulling me onto his lap.

I wanted to ask more but couldn't because my mouth was busy kissing him with the same passion as he kissed me.

He took me to a deserted island and made love to me. We were there for seven days, and he remained buried in me all the time. We only stopped when we needed to eat. Otherwise, we were not separated from each other even for a second. He came inside me countless times and made me come in so many ways I didn't even know existed. Lying in his arms, I felt like all my dreams had come true.

But the bubble of my happiness burst when I had a miscarriage for the first time. Zander didn't say anything, but I saw the disappointment in his eyes. Slowly he became distant, and his ultimate excuse was the workload. Still, I tried to assure myself that it was all in my head and he hadn't changed.

But the truth came out in the end, and my illusion ended.

I came to know that I was living a false dream.