Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Sandro let out a grunt, and he crawled towards Thalia. She was still unconscious from him having smacked her. He remembered everything that had happened, yet it didn’t make him feel any better.

He gripped her shoulder, shaking her. Then placed his head on her chest as she didn’t move.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He felt a pulse, sighed, then grimaced as he glimpsed the blood oozing from the back of her head. She must have slammed into the wall hard when he shoved her.

Sandro managed to get to his feet and hoisted her on his shoulder. He staggered towards the door and to the infirmary. Although he was exhausted, Thalia needed more treatment as she had saved him from doing something drastic.

He turned to Francis as the door went open. “Make her feel better.”

Sandro gripped his throat as it began closing up.

“Are you Alright, Alpha?” Francis asked, moving towards Him.

“Back off; I am fine!” Sandro extended his hand and gritted his teeth.

He felt his canine protruding. He didn’t know what was happening. He had never felt this way until now. He glimpsed his hand and noticed he was shifting as well.

It was not a full moon, and although not morning, he shouldn’t be transforming!

Yet, he was, and he couldn’t seem to control it.

“Alpha…”

“Fuck off!” Sandro shouted and dashed out of the room as Francis moved towards him.

He clutched his chest as his heart constricted and wheezed.

What the hell was happening? He had fucking taken the shot and should be fine… But he was obviously the opposite of fine.

Did she administer it wrongly? Had she poisoned him?

Sandro gripped the shot container and scanned it.

It was the same as the one that Blaze often brought. He slapped his head mentally because he thought Thalia might have tried to poison him.

“We need her.” Lace whimpered.

“Who?” Sandro growled.

“Our mate. We need Arabella.” Lace said.

“Fuck off, lace.” Sandro scowled. He walked towards the bed and plopped on it.

“Did you recall the curse?” Lace asked.

Sandro didn’t want to be reminded of it. He didn’t want to remember all his troubles because of her and her family. Yet, he couldn’t escape it. Of course, he remembered all the shit she placed him through. Although not her, but her father.

Yet, he saw them as the same person.

“It’s manifesting,” Lace said. “Your mate fled your side due to your anger, and now you’ll be a beast without help. You’ll fucking die. The worse is without a legacy to carry on the name!”

“I’m not dying,” Sandro said firmly.

“It’s all your fault,” Lace whined.

“Shut the hell up, Lace. Arabella left, and I didn’t chase her away. She fucking left!”

“You did,” Lace said. “Everyone that should be around you, you push them off because of your cruelty.”

Sandro blocked out Lace’s voice, and for a while, he sat staring at nothing until he let out a breath again.

“We won’t communicate again until you find her,” Lace said.

“You have no right to cut off communication, Lace!” Sandro bellowed. “I am the one in control, and I can chose not to speak to you and not the other way around.”

“I’m a person of my own, and leaving you to figure out yourself is the best thing to do now. Before now, I knew all this would happen, I thought it could be prevented, but I was wrong. I’m leaving.”

With that, the connection between his thought and Lace severed.

Sandro roared and rammed into the wall several times. He clawed at the curtains, ripping them. But that didn’t bring Lace back.

Lace was fucking cruel. How the hell was he going to move without a wolf? He was good as being dead.

And Sandro had never seen anywhere a wolf would have control of the owner until now. Shit. The urge to pull out wherever he was filled him. He wished to strangle him, and it was all because of the bitch.

She was nowhere to be found, and he was wolfless.

Arabella must be freaking happy where ever she was.

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“Why the hell will he say that? Why do they think it is okay to speak to you in that manner?!”

Arabella paced around the room and glared at nothing. “I don’t care about whatever is being said here; I won’t be intimidated.”

Blaze chuckled, walking towards her. He gripped her hand and pulled her into him.

“The idiot prophesied about you dying, and you are here laughing? Is it funny?” She scowled, attempting to push him, but he didn’t let go.

“You look funny,” Blaze said. Of course, the situation wasn’t funny since he had been thinking of all that had been said since he left.

He didn’t know if Orga was being serious or not, but he didn’t want to think about himself dying eventually.

He had barely gotten half of what he wanted. Answers to him being a demon wolf and getting to claim Arabella finally.

“What’s on my face that makes it funny?” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“You look as though you are about to kill him.”

“Because I am about to kill him.” She clenched her hands. “However, he didn’t look like someone that can easily be defeated.”

Arabella moved away from him as soon as he released her. She walked to the window side and let out a breath as a gust of wind streamed into the room from the opened window.

“He didn’t,” Blaze mumbled, walking towards her. He gripped her hand, pulled her into him, and cupped her face.

Arabella frowned as she stared into his eyes. “What?”

“You’re so beautiful,” Blaze mumbled.

“You say that countless times.”

Blaze nodded. “I can’t seem to look away. I am fascinated.”

Arabella giggled as he caressed her cheek, and she stood on tip toes to kiss him on the lip. But Blaze had other things in mind.

He pulled her towards the door and did the lock before pulling her back to the bed and pushing her to it.

“What are you doing?” Arabella murmured, eyeing him as he began to strip.

“I want you.” Blaze rasped. “I can’t seem to get enough of you, and if you don’t want it, it’s okay. I won’t get mad.”

His hand stopped on his belt buckle, and he gazed at her expectantly.

Arabella stood slowly from the bed and sauntered towards him.

She slipped her hands underneath his shirt and splayed her hands on his abs before whispering. “I want you as much as you want me.”

Blaze sucked in a breath as her hand moved downwards slowly, “Perfect, and you might need to stop groping me in the manner I haven’t fully healed.”

“I’m sorry!” Arabella pulled her hands out of his shirt swiftly. “I forgot.”

“It’s okay.” He said, not wanting to ruin the moment any further.

He pulled her into him again and stared at her lips for a while before kissing her and leading her to the bed.