Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

The night air was frigid, and Blaze jerked awake. His ears perked up as he heard sudden movement from the outside.

He nudged Arabella gently, unwrapping her arms around him and rising to his feet.

Glancing through the small window, he glimpsed a furry creature that looked like a squirrel; he let out a breath, walking back to the bed.

Glancing at the injury, Arabella had tried her best to dress up; he noticed it was healing faster.

He didn’t know what she did and how it happened; Blaze figured out he passed out after she injected him with things she had seen in the first-aid box.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

He didn’t care to ask her as well; all that mattered was that he was alive.

Blaze caressed her hair, which created a halo about her as she slept. Her lips parted slightly, and a soft snore escaped them.

Blaze chuckled, shaking his head. He winced at the movement he made as it caused him a terrible headache. He wasn’t entirely healed, but he was looking better than earlier.

He had Arabella to thank for it. He knew he could have gotten shot in any mission, and Francis would have been attending to him.

But, he’d have been allowed to feel most of the pain. Pain relievers were primarily never administered to Werewolves in the pack. It was said to enable them to endure when there was none. Again, werewolves had a high-level endurance of pain, and they could heal.

But they were instances where they wouldn’t be able to self-heal.

His phone vibrated, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He glanced to see an unknown number, and immediately he read the content of the message flashing on his screen; he knew it was Thalia.

Blaze dialled her number to call her. She must have been worried sick about him. Yet, he didn’t want her to know his whereabouts.

On the first ring, she picked up.

“Where the fuck are you, Cole? Are you with that witch?!”

Blaze grimaced, removing his phone from his ear momentarily before glueing it back.

“I am safe, Thalia.”

Thalia snorted. “That’s not even what I ask of you.”

Blaze imagined her glaring at him and let out a chuckle. He missed Thalia. He missed her annoying him and their siblings’ banter.

But Blaze couldn’t disclose his location to her. she was the last person that should know where he was due to the bad blood between Arabella and her. If it were different situations, she would have been the first he told.

“All the dratted Werewolves kept covering up for you. Although I am grateful, I am pissed off as well. Besides, your Alpha is going crazy…”

“What do you mean by going crazy?” Blaze cut her off.

“Alessandro looks as though he’s going through the same phase as before. With red eyes and…”

“Where is he at the moment?” Blaze murmured.

“Howling nonstop in his room.”

Blaze hissed. “You need to leave there before my arrival and tell anyone that wishes to listen as well to steer clear from his room.”

“You never tell me what the deal between you and him is. I mean, why do you keep trying to order me to do some things when it comes to Alessandro, but you keep many secrets from me.”

“It’s for your safety, Thalia, and will you quit questioning me? I’m on my way.” Blaze ended the call and stood to his feet.

Blaze was still dizzy, and he couldn’t leave Arabella in an unknown location for fear of her being found and killed.

Yet, he didn’t know what to do. Shit, Thalia was in the De Luca’s household, and Sandro was on the verge of losing it as usual. He couldn’t possibly let his stubborn sister do what was reckless because he knew she would go against him.

Not only her but other Werewolves as well. When Sandro was in that state, he didn’t care who was before him. He tended to hurt anyone on his path.

“Please, stay safe for me.” Blaze brushed his lips on Arabella’s forehead and placed the note he had scribbled on the wall beside the bed.

He stared at her one last time before walking out the door while securing the lock.

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Blood.

He needed blood. But not even the many people he saw at the moment blood was enticing enough.

“We need her.” Lace whimpered, and the urge to shut out his voice from his head filled him.

Lace was one of the reasons he was going into this phase. He had tried his best to suppress his hunger while awaiting Blaze’s return.

“We need our mate.”

“Lace!” Sandro growled, slapping his hand on the wall.

The girl walking beside him shrieked and practically fell to the floor.

Walking past her, Sandro glared as she gripped the wall.

“Our mate is the key.” Lace mumbled.

She wasn’t the fucking key! Goodness, how he loathed when Lace was this stubborn and believed Arabella was the answer to all his problems.

The whore! He would kill her as soon as the people he sent brought her to him.

Shit, he would watch her grovel before him, beg him and even cry. But he would never let it affect him. He would kill her right away, and he’d do it slowly.

She had caused him a lot of stress, and he hoped she had enjoyed enough freedom before she came in because he wasn’t taking the chance anymore.

Delicate Rose or not, she’d die as soon as he got hold of her. He’d drain her blood and watch her die painfully!

A few minutes later, Sandro wasn’t having it. He was seeing what he believed he shouldn’t. Shit, his life was flashing before his very eyes, and he saw his body burnt on the funeral pyre whilst his empty coffin was lowered slowly to the ground six feet under.

He’d be dead after going mad, and he was on the verge of running mad.

Where the fuck was Blaze when he was needed?!

He hated being helpless. He hated many things, and the current situation he was in was what he despised the most.

The door to the room flung open, and Sandro glanced towards the door.

He snarled as Thalia stood there.

“She’ll be our first kill. She looks insanely delicious, but she isn’t our mate!” Lace said.

Sandro shook his head as he stepped towards Thalia, but he couldn’t brush off the image of her satisfying him out of his head.