Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 656

Chapter 656 My Existence
*Selena*

Oh Goddess, it was breathtakingly beautiful. My mate had made love to me, and I was utterly lost in the waves of pleasure he brought me. As our mating reached its completion, my eyes widened in surprise. The mating mark on his neck began to illuminate, a soft glow that seemed to pulse with life. A sudden warmth spread across my back, and I realized my own mark was also gleaming.

The marks that had once disappeared were now vividly reappearing, glowing with an ethereal light. The bond was reforming, pulling us together in a way that felt deeper, stronger, and more profound than ever.

But before I could fully grasp the moment, Zander’s expression shifted. His face contorted in pain, and he closed his eyes tightly, a loud growl escaping his throat.

“Zander?” I whispered, my voice trembling with fear as panic gripped my heart. When he opened his eyes again, they gleamed a bright, unnatural red. My breath hitched as I stared into them, realizing it wasn’t just Zander I was looking at—Lyon was surfacing.

Even Arena stirred with alarm.

“Zander! Zander, what’s happening?” I stammered, my voice rising in urgency. I was scared, confused, and desperate to understand what was going on.

We were still connected, our bodies intimately joined, and I could feel him still hard and throbbing inside me, his movements halted as his body trembled with suppressed energy. My hands reached out instinctively, touching his face in an attempt to ground him, to bring him back to me.

“Zander, talk to me!” I pleaded, my voice cracking with emotion as tears pricked my eyes.

“Selena,” he murmured, and this time his voice was soft, his gaze gentle as it locked with mine.

My heart raced as I heard the change in his tone. “I remember everything,” he said, his eyes shimmering with emotion.

I blinked, trying to process his words, my breath hitching. “You... you remember everything? About us? About our love?” I asked, my voice laced with surprise and cautious hope.

“Yes, baby,” he confirmed, his lips curling into a tender smile. “I remember every single thing.” Without another word, he pulled me closer, capturing my lips in a long, deep kiss that spoke of love, longing, and promises renewed.

Relief washed over his face, and he let out a quiet breath, his features softening as he held me closer.

“Zander, what happened? How did you forget me and our memories?” I asked eagerly, my voice laced with both curiosity and desperation.

He seemed lost in deep thought as he began to speak. “The last thing I remember was going to meet the High Priestess to find out about your whereabouts. After that… I don’t remember anything,” he admitted, his brows furrowed.

Then, suddenly, his expression shifted. Realization dawned on his face, and his jaw clenched. “The High Priestess,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of anger and clarity. “It was her. It must have been her spell—one that was just broken by our mating and the resurfacing of our marks.”

My heart clenched at his words

Mother?! My mother?! She erased me—erased my existence from the mortal realm? She was the one who made everyone forget about me?