Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 663

Chapter 663 New Ally
Author’s POV.

In the dim, oppressive air of the dark den, the Dark Alpha’s voice echoed with a chilling resonance. "Damon, your army is useless. It didn’t help me terrorize Alpha Zander Blake,” he sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.

Damon stood amidst the flickering light of a ritual circle, the golden trident in his grasp glowing faintly. He had been channeling its ancient power, weaving warlock incantations to strengthen himself for the inevitable day of destruction. The interruption was unwelcome, his irritation evident in the way his shoulders tensed.

“Don’t blame my army for your incompetence!” Damon roared, his deep voice reverberating through the chamber as his concentration shattered. The dark energy around him flickered, momentarily unstable, as his fury took hold.

The Dark Alpha smirked, his hulking figure barely visible in the shadows. “Hah! Then who should I blame?” he retorted, his voice laced with mockery. “Alpha Zander’s efficient warriors, perhaps? Or is it his cunning mate who’s outmaneuvering you?”

The taunt was deliberate, and Damon’s grip on the trident tightened. His eyes burned with a mixture of rage and determination, the golden glow of the artifact reflecting his inner turmoil.

“Careful, Dark Alpha. Your arrogance blinds you to the forces at play,” he hissed, his voice low and menacing.

The Dark Alpha chuckled darkly, unfazed by Damon’s warning.

“Nah. I know what I am doing. But arrogance or not, you have yet to deliver what you promised. If you fail to tip the scales before the day of destruction, your powers and your plans will mean nothing.”

Damon’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing. He couldn’t afford to lose focus now. “The scales will tip,” he growled, his tone deadly. “And when they do, the universe will tremble under our combined might.”

Though Damon had never seen the Dark Alpha’s face—just as no one else had—he knew enough. He knew the Dark Alpha’s goals were as twisted and ambitious as his own. Their partnership was born out of necessity, not trust, but for now, it served its purpose. The ancient wolf was the key to Damon’s ultimate power, and they could only trap her by working together. That was their plan, and they were in cahoots with the God of Destruction. With God Kaelvor on their side, they were confident that no one could stand against them. They were certain their plan would succeed without fail.

“How far along is the plan to trap Selena and bring her ancient wolf under our control?” Damon asked, his tone laced with urgency, betraying the weight of his impatience.