Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 637 Chapter 637 Under His Control I swear I saw the possessiveness swirling in his blue orbs as he stepped closer.

"As you wish, mate," Zander's voice turned husky, his possessive eyes raking overas he grabbed my wrist and ledto the training area.

By now, everyone had gathered around the practice area where their alpha was going to train me.

Meeting his eyes with confidence, I grabbed the hem of my white top and was about to pull it over my head when he grabbed my hand.

"Don't!" he ordered sharply. "You can practise in these clothes." I smirked. Two could play this game, Alpha.

He didn't bother covering himself in front of the hungry eyes of the she-wolves, yet he wantedto stay modest. Such a hypocrite.

"But my clothes will get muddy," I pouted, letting my voice drop just enough to hint at the mischief dancing in my mind.

"They won't," Zander replied curtly, his gaze narrowing. "I'll be careful." Oh, my Alpha-pretending not to care but still caring. It was adorable, really.

"So," I murmured, tilting my head and letting my fingers trail lazily along my waist, "what's the first move, Alpha?" His eyes darkened, the playful spark fading into something more primal, more possessive. His chest expanded with a slow inhale as he stepped closer, towering over me, his shadow swallowingwhole. "Defense," he said simply, his voice husky, a delicious rumble that sent a shiver racing down my spine. "Defense," I echoed, my lips curling into a teasing smile. "You think I need to defend myself from you?" "No," he replied, his tone low and dangerous. "But from anyone foolish enough to try and take what's mine." Before I could respond, his hands shot out, gripping my wrists with just enough force to command but never hurt. "First rule," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine, "never let your guard down." His touch was electric, his thumbs brushing against my pulse points, making my breath hitch. I could feel the power coiled in his muscles, restrained but oh-so-potent, and it sent heat pooling low in my belly. "You're distracted," he pointed out, leaning in so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath fanning over my face.

"Wonder why," I managed to say, my voice weaker than I wanted.

His smirk was a devastating mix of arrogance and desire. "Spin." Before I could process his command, he twistedeffortlessly, pulling my back flush against his chest. His arm snaked around my waist, anchoringto him, while his other hand moved to my neck, not squeezing, just holdingin place.

"Try to get free," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, making my knees go weak.

I wriggled, half-heartedly at first, because being pressed against him like this was intoxicating. But then I felt it- the heat radiating from his body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat, the way his grip tightened slightly when I moved just right. It ignited something primal in me, something that wanted to fight, not to escape, but to push him further.

"Is this all you've got, mate?" he teased, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

Oh, he was enjoying this. The challenge, the closeness, the way I couldn't quite decide if I wanted to fight or surrender.

I shifted my weight, using a self-defense move I'd vaguely remembered, and tried to stomp on his foot. He anticipated it, of course, sidestepping smoothly and pullingcloser, so close I could feel every hard plane of his body against mine.

"You're predictable," he murmured, his voice lower now, his lips dangerously close to my neck.

"And you're a hypocrite," I shot back, twisting my head to glare at him. "You train shirtless for all those she- wolves, but you wantcovered?" His grip tightened just slightly, and the growl that rumbled in his chest sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. "You're mine," he said, his tone possessive and unyielding. "No one else gets to see you like that." "And no one else gets to touch you," I countered, tilting my chin defiantly.

"Are you jealous?" he finally asked, his voice a low, rough rasp as he released my wrists, stepping back just enough to let the tension between us breathe.

I turned to face him, my chest rising and falling rapidly-not just from the training but from the sheer effect of his presence.

"So what if I am?" I admitted boldly, my tone a mix of challenge and defiance. My words seemed to fuel the fire in his smirk, which deepened, his handsface a picture of smug confidence.

"I am yours, mate," he said, his voice thick with certainty. "You don't need to be jealous." Before I could respond, his hand shot out, gripping my elbow and pullingcloser with a commanding strength that sent a shiver down my spine. My palms fell against the hard planes of his bare chest, the heat of his skin searing into mine.

"See? I'm all yours," he murmured, his tone dropping to a tantalizing whisper as his other hand brushed along my waist. "To touch, to feel to see...' His lips ghosted over my neck, stopping just at the marking spot, where the faintest graze of his mouth sent a jolt of of his electricity through me.

"...and to make love," he finished, his voice husky and dripping with desire.

"Goddess," he growled, his lips pressing more firmly to the sensitive skin at my neck, "how badly I want to mark you right here, in front of everyone, so the whole world knows you're mine." The possessiveness in his tone made Arena howl with delight inside me, her joy practically bursting at the seams. She pushed against my control, eager to break free, to let him claim us fully.

My eyes darted toward the crowd gathered around us. They were watching, their breaths held in a mix of awe and suspense. Heat flushed my cheeks and summoning every ounce of willpower, I pushed against his chest, trying to create distance between us. His smirk faltered slightly, but the raw hunger in his eyes didn't waver.

"Alpha king, focus on the training," I teased, a playful glint in my eyes. "What's next? What are you going to teach me?" "Watch me," he responded, his voice ne'

low and commanding. In a flash, he rolledinto his arms spinning us instinctive gus instinctively around My handslins gripped his torso, my body moving with him as he flipped us effortlessly, sending him crashing onto his back while I landshing of him.

on top A collective sigh of disappointment echoed from the crowd, but Maddox and Blair's cheers rang out loud and clear.

"That's my girl, Selena!" Blair shouted, her voice full of pride.

"An alpha can only be defeated by his luna," Maddox added, clapping in amusement.

I glanced down at Zander, who didn't look angry, but instead, strangely content. I tried to get up, but his hold onwas firm, not allowingto move.

"Now, I want you alone in our room, mate," he whispered, his voice rough with an edge of something dangerous.

"What?" I squinted at him, trying to process his words. He tricked men while making everyone believe I had defeated him in training. What a liar. of an alpha he was.

"You need to take responsibility for filled what you've started here," he murmured, his tone low and with meaning meaning: His His arms wrapped around my waist, pressingdown, and I felt his hard length, now a giant size, poking my belly. With a wicked smile, he slowly helpedsit up before standing and leaving, his voice carrying over his shoulder with a hint of mischief.

"Five minutes, mate." My head spun, torn between the exhilaration of victory and the anticipation of what was to come. Was this a victory or a defeat?