Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 652

Chapter 652 A Mother's Betrayal
*Selena*

“Mind your words, Mother. You’re talking about your Luna,” Zander growled, his tone laced with restrained fury. I wasn’t surprised. He could be a clueless alpha, blind to the truth of the pup I was carrying, but his love for me was unwavering. Even if he had forgotten our old love, I knew his heart still beat for me—I never doubted it.

“She is not our Luna, Zander,” his mother snapped, her disdain sharp and unyielding. “She’s using you—climbing her way up to claim the position of Luna of the mightiest pack in the North and Queen of the werewolves. But in truth, she’s nothing more than a greedy, selfish bitch carrying a bastard.”

I gasped, the words cutting through me like a blade. How could she curse her own grandchild—a life so innocent, still growing inside me?

“You dare to call my child a bastard, Mother?!” Zander hissed, his voice trembling with rage. His eyes burned red, a clear sign that both he and Lyon were on the brink of losing control. Their fury filled the room, suffocating the air with unrestrained power.

“It’s… it’s not your child, Zander,” his mother stammered, her voice trembling with fear. The oppressive weight of his alpha aura was overwhelming, even for her.

“And how can you be so sure of that?” Zander challenged, his glare piercing as he took a step closer.

“The doctor said she’s one month pregnant,” his mother whined, her tone desperate. “It’s impossible for the child to be yours because you met her only a week ago!”

I felt my heart sink, the weight of her words crushing me. How could I argue against this? No one would believe that the child was Zander’s, and I had no way to prove it. Even if I somehow conducted a DNA test, how could I justify it without revealing secrets no one else remembered? No one seemed to recall that Zander and I were always bound to each other.

But then, to my utter shock, Zander’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. “And how do you know I met her just a week ago and not before?” he retorted, his words firm, a shield of defense for me.

I gaped at him in disbelief, my breath catching in my throat.

“She is mine,” Zander declared, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “And the child she’s carrying is mine. I don’t need anyone’s approval to know that. End of discussion.”

His unwavering confidence and sweet declaration made my heart swell with emotions I could barely contain. Once again, Zander had shown me a glimpse of the man who had always held my heart.

“You’re making another mistake, Alpha King,” Alpha Albert spoke this time, his voice dripping with disdain, his piercing gaze directed squarely at me. His hatred wasn’t new to me—I had always known he never saw me as a daughter. But this level of animosity was something else entirely, and despite my efforts to remain unaffected, his venomous words still managed to sting. I hadn't forgotten he was my father after all.

Zander’s response was immediate and sharp. “I don’t need your advice, Alpha Albert. Now leave before I lose my temper. You’re disturbing my pregnant mate,” he growled, his voice layered with authority and a threat no one dared to test.