Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 497

Chapter 497 Mating Mark
*Selena*

I had planned everything down to the smallest detail to make sure no one would ever suspect me. Playing the part of a humble omega made it easy to carry out my plan without raising eyebrows.

I only needed one day to complete the job, and then I’d be gone, leaving no trace behind. The clock bell rang, drawing my attention to the time.

It was the moment the security guards were about to switch shifts, and that was my opening. With my laptop in hand, I moved through the hallways quietly, keeping an eye on the clock. I had a mere fifteen-minute window, but for someone with my skills, it was more than enough. Hacking into their security system would be as easy as snapping my fingers.

The packhouse was mostly quiet at this hour. Most people had already retreated to their rooms for the night. The usual guard patrols were absent from the hallways, giving me the perfect chance. I moved silently, stepping into shadows and ducking whenever I heard footsteps coming my way. My destination: the basement, where the security control room was located.

I found a secluded corner and slipped behind a pillar, staying out of sight. The door to the security control room was fortified with high-tech locks that only Zander's biometric scan could open. Inside, the pack's entire security network, along with sensitive information about the North, was stored on the main computer. The room was built to withstand anything—soundproof, bulletproof, blastproof, and fireproof.

I quickly opened my laptop and began trying to crack the passcode for the security room door. My first attempt failed. Undeterred, I kept going. The locking system was more difficult to hack than I had anticipated. After ten failed attempts, frustration boiled over, and I angrily slammed my laptop shut. The sound echoed in the silence, and I quickly looked around, relieved that no one was there to notice.

Shit, I had wasted so much time. The guards would be returning to their posts soon, and I had to leave before they caught me. One day at the Moonglow Pack down the drain. I cautiously made my way back to my room, the eerie calmness of the packhouse sending a chill down my spine. Pushing those unsettling feelings aside, I hurried inside my room and locked the door behind me.

Now, what?

I couldn't waste my remaining days in this pack just trying to crack the code for the entry door of the security room. I had to complete the job before the cruel Alpha King could sense my motive for staying here.

But how?!

Lying on my small bed with a worn-out mattress beneath me, I couldn't sleep. It wasn't because of the uncomfortable mattress but rather the thoughts that kept me awake. My first worry was how I would gain access to the security room.

Maybe I should try again tomorrow.

No, I couldn't waste another day. I had to do it as soon as possible and leave this palace. But how could I get inside the security room?

How to get inside the...

Closing my eyes, I kept chanting in my head, trying to find a solution. Suddenly, my eyes snapped open as an idea glinted in my mind.

The key!

Yes, I remembered seeing the key to the security room with Zander once. He had it made as a precaution for the future after the biometric bar was destroyed. It would be in his room, and I knew where he used to hide all the important things.

With this new hope, I quickly got up and decided to head to the second floor, where Zander's room was located. It was a risky move, but luck seemed to be on my side tonight. Zander wouldn't be coming back until morning, which meant the entire floor would be vacant.

In a swift and stealthy manner, I reached the second floor, staying hidden from the watchful eyes of the guards. Thanks to my small size and a spray that masked my scent, I managed to remain undetected.

With a pounding heart, I gripped the doorknob and carefully twisted it. The door opened with a faint click. The room was pitch dark, and I had to find the key without turning on the lights to avoid drawing attention. I used the flashlight on my mobile phone to begin my search.

To begin with, I searched high and low in his wardrobe, among his clothes, under clothes, and even on top of clothes, but the key was nowhere to be found. I checked the bedside table, beneath the mattress, and under the bed, but the key remained elusive. Exhausted and disappointed, I slumped down on the bed.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. But Zander wasn’t supposed to be back, and no one else was supposed to be in his room. As far as I knew, he never let anyone in, and Avery was staying on a different floor of the pack house.

You know what they say – curiosity kills the cat.

Before I could even think twice, I found myself turning the bathroom door knob and slipping inside.

Before I could see the face of the intruder, I was pinned on the shower wall in a snap, a large hand tightly wrapped around my waist and a big hand on my neck, squeezing the life out of me. My breathing stopped as the air left my lungs when a huge, hard, naked, dripping-wet body pressed firmly against my petite figure, pushing me hard to the shower wall. I struggled, twisting my body, trying to wriggle out. My hands tried to push him with all my strength.

Then, I looked up. My terror-filled eyes met the scariest blue ones burning with anger and the world seemed to stop spinning. The overpowering scent of forest and earth after rain engulfed me, making me forget to breathe.

His touch felt like fire against my skin, causing my heart to race at double speed.

His strong jaw clenched tightly before he growled, "Selena?!"

His confused blue eyes pierced into mine, making my head spin and my breathing stop. Zander?! Oh goddess, when had he returned? But that wasn’t the thought that consumed me in that moment. The spark of his touch, the heat of his breath, ignited something inside me, a forbidden temptation. Every fiber of my body became alive by his proximity and I hated myself for that.

He was naked, dripping wet in the shower, holding me onto him. His hard, sculpted body flushed with mine, making me remember all our hot and passionate moments. It would be better if I died because the feeling made me feel so embarrassed, despite not wanting to feel like that.