Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 643

Chapter 643 The Calm Before The Storm
*Selena*

“Selena, can we talk in private?” Mother demanded, her tone firm but not unkind. I understood her urgency. With Zander’s commanding alpha aura practically suffocating the space, it was hard for anyone to stand their ground, let alone defy his orders.

I saw Zander’s jaw tighten, a clear sign he was about to deny her again. Before he could say something that would spark another round of arguments, I spoke up quickly.

“Mother, why don’t we go to the garden and talk there? I can show you my favorite flowers and plants,” I suggested with a smile, keeping my tone light. Zander couldn’t really object to that without seeming unreasonable, and all he could do was let out a resigned sigh.

“Austin’s asleep,” I added, turning to Zander. “Why don’t you rest for a bit too? I’ll be back soon.” Without waiting for any objections, I took Mother’s hand and led her toward the pack house’s beautiful garden.

The vibrant colors of the flowers and the fluttering butterflies instantly lifted my mood. Walking through the familiar paths, I couldn’t help but think of how Zander used to join me on morning strolls here. I’d loved those peaceful moments… back when things were simpler. Back when everything was normal.

When we were finally alone, Mother turned to face me, her expression leaving no doubt about her disapproval. “Selena, defying the Moon Goddess’s wish is dangerous. You wouldn’t want to face her anger if you understood the consequences,” she warned, her voice stern and unwavering.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my tone respectful despite the frustration bubbling inside me. “Mother, I am not defying the Goddess’s will,” I said calmly. “I’m doing everything I can to protect the Lunar Realm and the world.”

I paused, my voice softening as desperation crept in. “But I can’t ignore the fact that my child is sick and needs me. I can’t be selfish and leave him alone like this.” My voice cracked slightly, and I hoped—just hoped—she might understand.

But deep down, I knew she wouldn’t. Empathy wasn’t something she’d ever shown me. She had always put her duties above everything else, including me, her own daughter. But I wasn’t like her. I had a heart that loved and cared deeply for my family, and no divine duty could ever change that.