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Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 616

Summary for Chapter 616: Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro)

Chapter Summary: Chapter 616 – Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) by Swnovels

In Chapter 616, a key moment in the Love novel Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro), Swnovels delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.

Chapter 616 Mate's Dilemma
*Zander*

I couldn’t believe she was in my arms, and the spark that ignited confirmed what my heart—and Lyon—had been screaming all along: she was my mate. My mate. She was so close, I could almost hear the rhythm of her heartbeat. The way she shivered and gasped at my touch only cemented the truth—she felt it too. The spark. The undeniable pull between us. Only mates could react this way to a single touch.

But confusion clouded my mind. If she was truly my mate, then what was Avery? Why had I married her?

Now, here was this woman, the queen of this realm, ruling not just her people but also my heart. Yet, I didn’t even know her name because she hadn’t told me. And to top it off, she dropped another bombshell—we were married, a fact I had no memory of. She sounded annoyed that I had forgotten her, which only made things worse.

How could this be possible? No one had ever mentioned I’d been married twice. Sure, maybe I had forgotten, but was it really possible that everyone else—my family, my pack—had also forgotten her? Everyone only remembered Avery as my wife.

This whole situation was maddening, and this mysterious woman now seemed even more enigmatic. What in the hell was going on?

"Married or not, it doesn't matter if you forgot so easily," she murmured, her voice laced with disappointment. There it was again—the same thing she kept repeating. What reaction was she expecting from me? Constantly pushing my buttons, reminding me of a past I couldn’t recall as if I’d chosen to forget her.

"Then enlighten my memory," I said, my voice carrying a challenging edge.

I stood firm, waiting for her to do something—anything. I’d heard tales about the residents of the Lunar Realm, their magic, their ability to weave illusions and manipulate the very air around them. But now, more than ever, I needed clarity.

Was she real? Was this all an elaborate game to play with my mind? Or was there truth buried beneath the layers of mystery she refused to unveil?

"Alpha Zander, please let me go," she whispered, her voice breathless, matching the way I felt holding her in my arms. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to lose control, to show her what it meant to have an Alpha mate.

"If someone comes, you'll be in great trouble," she warned, though her resolve was clearly weakening with each passing second, her eyes betraying her hesitation.

"Who would dare trouble the Queen's mate?" I murmured, cupping her face gently in my hand. My gaze fell to her lips—soft, red, so plump and tempting. I licked my own lips unconsciously as I leaned in, unable to hold back anymore. I had to taste what was mine.

I was further encouraged when she didn’t resist. Her eyes fluttered shut, her soft lips parting as a sigh escaped, brushing warmly against my lips. She wanted this too—I could feel it.

But just as my lips were about to meet hers, the door suddenly burst open. The high priestess stormed in with guards, their urgent steps echoing ominously through the floor.

“Mother,” she said softly as she turned to the high priestess. So, the high priestess was her mother. It made sense now, why she had such control over her.

“Let Alpha Zander go,” my mate said with authority. “Escort him back to his realm. We have no need for any further conflict here.”

“No, I won’t leave without you,” I growled, my Alpha tone echoing through the chamber.

“She cannot go with you, Alpha King,” the high priestess snapped, her expression hardening with frustration. “She is our queen, and she will not abandon her people.”

“She is my mate,” I countered, my voice filled with the authority of an Alpha King. “And she will live with me.”

“She is not yours,” the high priestess declared sharply. “Queen Selena is betrothed to the God of Destruction, and they will be married soon.”

Her words hit me like a death blow. It felt as though someone had ripped my heart from my chest and smashed it to pieces before my eyes. I turned to my mate, my gaze pleading, full of pain and longing. But the moment she averted her eyes, I had my answer.

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