Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 506

Chapter 506 Confrontation
*Selena*

I shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the evidence of my arousal that surely lingered in the air. The flush that colored my cheeks intensified, a vivid display of my embarrassment at the thought of him discovering my desires.

"It is healed," he declared, finally releasing my finger with a slight pop.

The contrast between his cold personality and the soft whisper of his voice sent shivers down my spine. As my attention shifted from the overwhelming sensation he had ignited within me, I noticed that the pain was gone. My finger appeared as if it had never been burned, the skin restored and unblemished.

Taking charge effortlessly, Zander promptly switched off the gas burner. The ramen was ready. Trying to regain composure, I mustered the strength to speak.

"Umm... I will serve it quickly. Please have a seat," I offered, attempting to keep my voice steady, though it still trembled with the aftershocks of our intense encounter.

"No need. I am getting late for the patrol shift," he dismissed indifferently, his tone revealing no emotions. "And my hunger had also died."

His gaze lingered on me, laden with unspoken meaning, before he vanished from sight in a blink, disappearing with the speed that only an Alpha possessed.

I stared blankly, trying to decipher his words and the underlying message behind them. If he didn't need to eat, then why had he bothered me in the middle of the night? My gaze shifted to the clock, realizing that the shift had likely changed and another set of guards would have taken charge by now. I groaned in frustration, realizing that once again, I had missed the opportunity, all because of the unpredictable actions of the enigmatic Alpha King.

As my eyes landed on the untouched bowl of ramen, my stomach growled with hunger, a reminder of my own needs. Resigned to the situation, I decided not to let the delicious meal go to waste. After all, I was still hungry, and the ramen called out to me. With a sigh, I sat down at the counter, eagerly reaching for the bowl, ready to savor the warm and comforting sustenance it offered.

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*Zander*

"Yes, Mother?! You called for me?" I asked as I entered my mother's room, my tone tinged with a hint of impatience. I had to come hurriedly, leaving urgent work unfinished because she kept sending me messages.

"Sit down, Zander," she commanded, gesturing toward the plush leather couch. "I am extremely disappointed that you couldn't even make time to see your own mother," my mother scolded, her voice filled with frustration and concern.

"Mother, you just came back yesterday," I replied, rolling my eyes at her unnecessary whining.

"And you did not even show up at the time of my arrival. You arrived late in the evening, only to attend to your guests, and then after the party, you retired to your room. This morning, I did not find you at the breakfast table, and if I hadn't demanded to meet you, you wouldn't have shown up," her complaining continued with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Mother, I have other responsibilities to look after in my pack as the king. So please tell me why you sent me a request to return to the pack a week earlier only because you were coming?!" I inquired, authority seeping into my voice.

"Zander, you know your 30th birthday is approaching," she reminded me, her tone taking a serious turn.

"Tell me something new, Mother," I scoffed, my impatience getting the better of me.

"You still don't have an heir," she scowled, her words stinging me deeply.

Not again!

I groaned as I remembered. We had discussed this more than necessary, and I was not willing to repeat it.

"Mother, we have talked about this topic many times, and my reply is still the same: it will happen when the moon goddess wants it," I said curtly, trying to convey my resolve.

"No, Zander. It will happen when you want it to happen," my mother's voice became dull and heavy, mirroring the pain in her eyes. I knew why she was so persistent. The time was slipping away, and I was helpless.

I hated to admit it, but this was the reality I could no longer ignore. I had known this truth all my life and couldn't escape it. This was my fate. My thirtieth birthday. Until now, I had resolved to face whatever fate had in store for me.