Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 495

Chapter 495 Not Your Luna Anymore
*Selena*

Personal omega to his Luna?

My ass!

“What if I refuse?” I challenged, lifting my chin with defiance.

A scowl darkened his face as he narrowed his piercing blue eyes dangerously. My bravado faltered for a moment, and I silently cursed the heavens. Goddess, save me. His alpha aura was suffocating, intense, and powerful enough to crush the small shred of resolve I was clinging to.

I instinctively averted my gaze, stepping back in a desperate attempt to escape his presence and catch a breath. But it was impossible. The room felt smaller, the air thick with his intoxicating scent—the same scent that still had the unnerving ability to send my heart spiraling into chaos.

“You signed the contract,” his sharp voice cut through the tension like a blade, snapping me out of the haze he always seemed to create.

I blinked, gathering my wits. “I signed the contract this morning, yes. But I can still refuse to work, penalty be damned!” I shot back defiantly. Honestly, I didn’t care about the penalty—I had no money to pay it anyway. And why would a billionaire alpha care about pocket change from someone like me? He wasn’t serious... he couldn’t be.

“Then go ahead,” he said, his voice suddenly calm.

My confidence wavered as his gaze swept over me—head to toe—before settling back on my eyes, colder than ice.

“If you dare to leave this job,” he continued, his tone laced with a menacing promise that sent chills down my spine, “I will make sure you don’t get a job anywhere else. And I’ll see to it that you won’t have enough to eat another day.”

I froze, the weight of his words sinking in like a stone in my chest.

He wasn’t bluffing. I knew exactly what he was capable of. This was Zander Blake, the Alpha King—ruthless, relentless, and absolutely unforgiving.

Fuck.

I was so doomed.

"Why are you doing this?" I snapped, frustration bubbling in my chest like a storm ready to explode.

I expected him to smirk at my misery—mock me, even—but instead, his face remained as cold and emotionless as ever, like he was carved from ice.

“Don’t consider yourself anything special. I needed a staff, that’s it.” His voice was detached, each word falling like stones.

“Then hire someone else,” I shot back defiantly, unable to hide the anger lacing my tone.

His eyes darkened, the calm before a terrifying storm. “You don’t have to tell me what I should do, Selena Ardolf.” The way he glowered at me, his sharp tone cutting through the air, made me wince involuntarily. His aura, heavy with dominance, pinned me in place.