Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 639 A Mother's Dismay

My heart pounded so loudly in my chest as I recalled my vision of Zander as the Dark Alpha.

Oh, Moon Goddess, why this confusion? Why was I being tested so relentlessly by life? I closed my eyes, trying to focus, hoping to summon another vision-something, anything-that could offer clarity. But nothing came. Was it something that happened on its own? Could I not control it?

Oh Goddess! How much more did I have to learn about this new identity, this new life? And yet, here I was, burdened with a mountain of problems to face all at once. What was I supposed to do?

I rubbed my head in frustration just as the study door was yanked open, and Zander's commanding presence filled the room.

"What are you doing here, mate?" His deep, threatening voice sent a shiver down my spine as his piercing eyes locked on mine, each step he took toward me brimming with raw dominance.

"I came here to learn more about your pack, Alpha," I replied softly, breaking eye contact and looking away so he wouldn't see through my lies.

"But I told you to meet me in our room in five minutes," he said, his voice laced with quiet authority. "I've been waiting there for you, yet you didn't show. So, I had to come here to find you."

Before I could respond, his hands grabbed my waist, and he lifted me effortlessly, placing me on the desk. I gaped at him, my eyebrows shooting up in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"Since you're here," he murmured, leaning closer, his breath warm against the side of my face as his lips grazed my earlobe, "let's make good use of this desk."

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "I... I have to go," I stammered, trying to slide off the desk.

But his hands planted firmly on either side of me, trapping me in place. His smoldering gaze held mine, and the air around us seemed to thicken.

"You didn't come when I told you to, and you made me wait," he growled softly, his voice heavy with desire. His darkened eyes bore into me, sending my heart racing at a jet speed. "Now, be ready to face the consequences, mate."

"You... you can't do this," I stuttered, my voice trembling as his hands trailed over my thighs, the fabric of my sweatpants doing little to dull the intense sensation that seeped through.

"Are you challenging me, mate?" he asked, narrowing his eyes with a teasing smirk that sent a shiver down my spine.

For a moment, I was speechless. If it

were another time, I might have played along, leading him into the game of seduction. But this was different. This wasn't the moment, and the stakes were too high. I needed to focus on pushing him and Anne closer, ensuring he would never remember me. So when I finally left, he wouldn't be hurt.

"Zander, we need to talk," I said abruptly, forcing myself to take a deep, steadying breath to regain my resolve.

"I'm all ears, mate," he murmured as he leaned forward, burying his head in the crook of my neck. His warm breath fanned against my skin, and he inhaled deeply, making it nearly impossible for me to focus.

"Zander, I'm serious," I shrieked, my voice rising in desperation as he nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck, sending jolts of electricity through me.

"Okay," he husked, his voice heavy and rough with lust. This was not the way I wanted to discuss this matter.

I tried to push him away.

"Zander, listen to me," I raised my voice in frustration.

He raised his head, frowning, his eyes still laden with lust but now mixed with confusion. "What's wrong, mate?" he asked.

I licked my lips, still steadying myself after his sensual ministrations. "I want to know about the Dark Alpha," I demanded.noveldrama

He nodded slowly. "What else do you

want to know? Everyone knows he's

pure evil with a twisted wish to plunge the entire world into

darkness and claim it as his territory. That's why he was spreading terror, demolishing packs, capturing werewolves, and turning them into dark beings to increase his army. But no one has ever seen his face or knows his name."

He told me what I already knew. But my question was different.

"Do you know him personally?" I pushed my luck, hoping he might confide the truth to me.

Zander furrowed his brows, his gaze narrowing as if searching for something within himself. Then, for a

fleeting moment, he looked lost, but his expression quickly changed.

"Blair mind-linked me," he said with urgency, his voice tight. "Austin is burning with fever and..." He paused as his eyes searched mine, "He's crying and missing his mom."

My heart sank with dismay hearing this.