Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 633 Beliefs At Stake

*Zander*

I received a mind link from the border security team, alerting me that something was wrong. Without

wasting a second, I rushed to the headquarters. The air was thick with tension as I entered, and the grim faces of my team only deepened my unease.

"Report," I commanded, my voice sharp as I approached Freya, who stood examining the scene on the monitors.

Freya's expression was grim. "Alpha, we found several people dead in the peripheral regions. Their bodies were discovered in strange and unnatural conditions."

"What do you mean by unnatural?" I demanded, my brows furrowing.

"It's unlike anything we've seen before," she admitted hesitantly. "At first glance, it resembles a plague, but we haven't been able to identify the cause or source. The tests are inconclusive."

I clenched my fists, anger boiling beneath the surface. "I didn't appoint the best team to hear vaguenoveldrama

explanations, Freya," I growled, my voice carrying the weight of my frustration. "You're the best in your fields-don't give me half-answers when my people are dying."

Freya flinched but nodded resolutely. "Alpha, We're doubling our efforts. I won't rest until we have answers."

Seeing my people in peril-helpless, and now dead-was my breaking point. Lyon stirred restlessly within, echoing my rage. I wouldn't rest until I discovered the truth. I wouldn't let this happen again. My people depended on me, and I'd burn the world to protect them if I had to.

I approached the bodies, my gaze narrowing as I examined them closely. Encased in glass covers, their pale skin shimmered with an eerie silver hue.

"What's happening to them?" I asked Freya, expecting she might have conducted some tests, which could explain the odd glow.

I glanced at Freya, noticing her hesitation.

"What's wrong?" I demanded sternly.

"I checked the illumination from their bodies and..." She paused.

"And?" I frowned, waiting for her to continue.

"Come with me, Alpha," she said, motioning for me to follow her toward the laboratory. Just before we entered, she handed me a full-body suit. I glanced at her, puzzled.

"Please wear this," she explained. "These are magic- and spell-proof suits. We still don't know how the magic spreads from the bodies or how it might affect others."

She slipped on a similar suit herself.

I followed her into the dimly lit room, where candles flickered, casting

long, wavering shadows. The air was thick with the heady aroma of enchantments. Freya's assistants, a few other witches also clad in protective suits, were engrossed in their tasks-mixing potions for various cures and crafting enchanted weapons.

Freya was a skilled witch, and I trusted her judgment completely. Whatever she needed, we'd provide it to enhance the resources of the research and investigation center.

"Here, I tested the light from their bodies," Freya began, pointing at one of the corpses her assistants were still examining. She ran her hands over the body, and it began to emit a different, eerie glow.

I watched in amazement, unable to hide my disbelief. "What is that?" I murmured, almost in a trance.

"It seems a ritual was performed that caused their deaths," she explained, her voice steady but laced with unease. She hesitated before continuing, "And... I was shocked to discover that the spell or rather, the dark magic cast on them-originates from the Lunar Realm."

Her revelation made my eyes widen in shock. The Lunar Realm?! I masked my surprise quickly, though, and asked calmly, "What's your interpretation of this?"

I needed to know her take on it, to see if she had come to the same conclusion that I had-a conclusion that felt far more dangerous than I could have anticipated.

"Many people dismiss it as a myth or a rumor, but I've heard a prophecy passed down from my ancestors," Freya began, her tone hesitant. "It mentioned that the entire universe would face destruction, and the only way to stop it is through a specific process. I don't know all e but..." Her conflicted expression deepened. "If it's true-and based on my findings-the process is somehow connected to the Lunar Realm."

The suspicion in her eyes made my temper snap.

"Are you out of your mind?" I roared. "Do you even know what you're saying?"

"I do, Alpha,” she replied firmly, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. "Trust me, I've double-checked it thousands of times-even though I confirmed it in the first trial. The magic came from the Lunar Realm. It doesn't exist anywhere else," she said, her tone résolute, though her expression conveyed a deep empathy. "I understand what this means to you, and for the first time in my life, I

wished to be wrong."

I exhaled loudly, then inhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. No, this couldn't be true. It couldn't.

Freya hesitated but continued, "If I connect the pieces... it all started when your mate, Queen Selena, came to reside in our pack."

"Shut the fuck up!" I growled, spinning abruptly toward her with a glare that could scorch the air between

us.

Freya flinched slightly but held her ground. "I hope I'm wrong, Alpha. But we can't ignore the facts."

The facts pointed to a grim possibility, but my heart refused to accept them. Selena... behind the deaths? No, no! The mere thought was unthinkable-believing it felt impossible.

But if it were true... then what?