Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 560

Chapter 560 Fighting For Love
"Thank you for coming," Alexander murmured, his unwavering gaze fixed upon his mate. He had called her to the furthest reaches of the forest, beyond the borders of Zephyr’s kingdom. Beside them, the river flowed gently, the sun casting its final hues across the horizon, heralding the impending dusk.

"I... I had to come, but please, let's talk first," Arabella whispered, her voice laced with nervousness as her hands found support upon his broad shoulders. Each touch was akin to brushing against a blaze; a forbidden heat coursed through her, delivering a sensation that brought her more pleasure than pain.

"Alright," he responded firmly, his stare unyielding upon her.

"Um, could you... please release me and maintain some distance?" Arabella attempted to squirm out of his embrace.

"Why? We can still converse like this," he rebuffed, refusing to relinquish his hold.

"But... it's wrong," she gasped, her breaths growing more labored.

"No, it isn't. You are my mate," he growled, his voice resonating with authority.

"I am bound in marriage to King Zephyr," she panted breathlessly.

"That was a mistake, and we will correct it," he asserted, his words resolute.

Arabella gasped at Alexander's fearless declaration as her wide eyes watched him with fear.

"No, we can't do this. No one will accept it, it's wrong," she protested, though the haze clouding her mind made it challenging to distinguish right from wrong.

Her thoughts were tangled; what she felt with Alexander was anything but wrong, and Zephyr should release her after knowing she belonged to Alexander. However, he held onto her fiercely. Alexander was her mate, a bond ordained by the Moon Goddess—a sacred connection that transcended all else. They were the first true mates in history.

"You believe it's a mistake by the Moon Goddess," Alexander challenged, his voice laced with determination. "So, you think the Moon Goddess can err, but not your husband."

"I... I don't know," Arabella stammered, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. She grappled with the inexplicable twists of destiny that had entangled her in this complex web.

"Arabella, I deeply regret not being present at the mating ball," Alexander confessed, a sense of remorse tainting his words. "If I had been there, I would have found you before Zephyr did, and you would have been with me in my pack house," he spoke in a somber tone, recalling the missed opportunity with a heavy heart.

He vividly remembered the altercation with his step-brother that led to Zephyr summoning him, forbidding his attendance at the Mating Ball. At times, he pondered if it had been deliberate, as though Zephyr had foreseen the arrival of Alexander's fated mate at the ball.

Alexander hadn't intended to seek a mate, yet, an inexplicable force had driven him to contemplate attending the ball, but the conflict with his step-brother had disrupted his plans, preventing his participation.

"But you weren't there, and Zephyr was. Now, I am married to him," Arabella's voice quivered with remorse, her inner wolf yearning to acknowledge the mate bond over the marriage.

"Do you love him?" Alexander asked abruptly, his voice turning icy.

Arabella couldn't provide an immediate answer. She felt lost and speechless, uncertain if her presence beside Zephyr was rooted in love for him or merely the consequence of their marriage. Zephyr had never shown concern for Arabella's emotions, never inquired about her desires or decisions.

Conversely, Alexander was her fated mate, and he sought her wishes and desires. He didn't impose himself upon her. Despite the sacred connection between them, he refrained from advancing intimately while he could sense her body's response nestled in his arms. This act touched the deepest recesses of her heart.