Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 554

Chapter 554 Once Upon A Time
*Thousands of years ago*

Narrator’s POV.

Once upon a time, in a world where supernatural beings coexisted with humans, Warlocks and Witches held dominion due to their superior powers.

Residing in this realm was the remarkably beautiful werewolf princess, Arabella, whose father led a small pack as an Alpha. The news of her extraordinary beauty had spread far and wide across the world.

Just a month after her 18th birthday, numerous marriage proposals began pouring in from distant lands. Yet, like any caring father, Arabella's father sought the most suitable match for her and declined each proposal that arrived.

"Arabella, quickly get ready. You have to leave for the mating ball," her mother urged, entering the room with urgency. Arabella, lost in her thoughts while seated near the window, snapped out of her reverie as her mother approached.

"Why, Mother?" Arabella inquired, seeking an explanation.

"Because your father wanted you to go there," her mother replied.

"Mother, I am tired of meeting people. They ultimately get rejected by Father," Arabella complained.

"He is doing everything for your sake and good future. He and I love you, princess," her mother reasoned.

"I know, Mother, and that's why I don't want to go anywhere leaving you and Father," Arabella said, pouting as she hugged her mother from the side.

"Silly girl," her mother chuckled, kissing Arabella's forehead before placing the dress beside her. "Now quickly just get ready," her mother instructed, not waiting for her reply as she left the room.

Arabella glanced at the dress. It was a peach-colored, long lace gown. She trailed her hand along the delicate fabric, feeling its texture. She liked it. Taking it, she made her way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she changed into the clothing and wore the gown. Stepping out of the bathroom, she approached her vanity table, sitting on a stool. As she looked into the mirror, she was mesmerized by her reflection. The gown fit her perfectly, embracing her every curve and making her appear more feminine and mature than her age.

Arabella was deep in her own contemplation. Tonight, she was expected to choose a mate, yet an unexplained restlessness tugged at her heart. In those times, among shifters, the selection of a mate was intrinsically tied to their prowess. For a female with numerous suitors vying for her, the males would engage in challenges, where the mightiest among them could lay claim to her hand.

The concept of true mates existed solely in ancient tales, a notion merely spoken of in folklore and never substantiated by actual events. Among the Werewolves, the prevailing belief was that true mates were nothing more than fictional narratives, a figment of imagination never realized in reality.