Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 659

Chapter 659 My Demon
‘Zander, why did you let him go?’ Lyon’s voice echoed in my mind, frustration lacing every word.

I didn’t reply. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t have an answer. He wouldn’t have stayed even if I had tried to stop him. He was selfish and wicked, and as much as I hated to admit it, he was a part of me. My shadow.

The power I was born with came with a curse, and he was that curse. If Lyon, the most powerful wolf, was my boon, then the demon was my bane, my shadow tethered to me since birth. I had grown up surrounded by dark energies, energies that undoubtedly made me the most powerful alpha in the world.

But no one knew about him—not even my mother. My demonic shadow had been cunning from the very beginning, careful to conceal himself while slyly shifting the blame for all his mischievous deeds onto me. At first, I thought I could manage him, control him. But as time passed, his darkness grew stronger, more insidious.

He didn’t just want to exist within me—he wanted to spread his darkness across the world, to let it seep into every corner of existence.

When I refused to let him have his way, to let him destroy everything I cared about, the cracks between us began to widen. His fury at my defiance only made him more determined to escape my control.

When the prophecy’s timeline came to light, my demonic shadow made his choice. He left me, unwilling to face death by my side.

I remembered the moment I asked Lyon to leave as well, to save himself. But Lyon refused.

‘We’ll fight this together,’ he had said. ‘We can defy fate.’

And he was right. We were still here, still alive—because of his faith and the power of our mate.

‘Zander, why are you silent?’ Lyon’s voice reverberated in my mind, sharper this time. ‘Why don’t you do something? He’s becoming more vicious by the day—a growing threat to the entire shifter community.’

His concern was justified, and I could feel his agitation mirroring my own. My heart burned with a mix of fury and desperation as I grappled with the pressing need to find a way to stop the Dark Alpha.

He had been hiding in the shadows for so long, always lurking, always plotting. But now, exposing himself before Selena? That was a deliberate move—a calculated act that screamed danger. It wasn’t random. His intentions now seemed far darker and far more dangerous than I had feared.