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For a moment, Sandro stared at Thalia, his expression a mix of shock and anger. “He’s your what?!” His eyes narrowed, and his teeth gritted as a sudden rage unfurled within him. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Thalia, always finding ways to get on his nerves, must be doing this on purpose. To provoke him, and she was succeeding. Not only was he furious about her mentioning Blaze’s name, but he was also furious that Blaze had been absent without leave. Sandro couldn’t fathom where Blaze might have been or if he had been caught in the same predicament that he himself had been sucked into.

“What do you mean he’s your brother?” Sandro asked again, growing impatient with Thalia’s silence.

Thalia bit her lower lip, shaking her head. Her eyes widened with each passing minute as she realised the danger she had put herself and Blaze in. She struggled to find the right words to explain the situation, but the intense glare Sandro was directing at her made her tremble. A small smile escaped her lips, quickly morphing into a nervous giggle. Damn it! Thalia thought, her mind thumping as she continued to meet Sandro’s gaze.

Leaning in, Sandro’s scowl deepened. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me this before?” he grunted, reaching out to grab her hand.

Thalia flinched, quickly scooting to the other side of the large bed, out of Sandro’s reach. Her lips trembled, and she stuttered, “I-I, uh, please, Sandro. I just wanted to-” Thalia stammered, attempting to buy some time.

Explaining her reasons would be a difficult conversation, especially when it involved Sandro, who held Blaze in high esteem.

Sandro’s fists clenched at his sides. “Blaze is your brother, and you didn’t tell me? Answer me, Thalia!” he demanded, his voice filled with anger. “And where the hell did he run off to? Did you know he was leaving? Did he use you to manipulate me so he could succeed with his plans…?”

“Sandro, please calm down. I will-”

Thalia’s words were cut off as Sandro’s hand abruptly reached out and tightened around her neck. She tried to push him away, but his strength overwhelmed her. Her pulse quickened, and her heart pounded in her chest.

“Sandro…” she gasped, her words barely audible.

Sandro’s grip on her neck tightened, moving up and down, intensifying the pressure. Thalia trembled, tears streaming down her face.

“Tell me the truth, or I will kill you, Thalia. I will rip your head off right now if you don’t start talking!” Sandro growled through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry, Sandro-” Thalia paused to cough, her face reddening from the pressure on her neck. She struggled for air, but Sandro’s grip remained unyielding. “Please, let go of me. Please.”

He forcefully pushed her onto her back, pinning her down on the bed, his hands still tightly wrapped around her neck. Thalia’s face turned as red as a tomato, her cries growing more desperate. She felt utterly helpless, believing that she would die at that moment.

“You lied to me!” Sandro roared. “Why didn’t you tell me that Blaze is your brother? When did you become so unfaithful?”

Thalia vigorously shook her head, terror evident in her eyes. “I’m not being unfaithful. Please, let me go.”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Sandro’s gaze locked with hers, witnessing the fear in her eyes. With a growl, he released her neck, stepping away from the bed and turning his back on her. “Is Blaze really your brother?” he asked.

“Yes,” Thalia answered, gasping for air.

“Then why the hell didn’t you tell me?” Sandro hissed, his voice reaching a frightening volume.

Thalia’s mind raced with thoughts, but one persisted: escape. If she didn’t get away, Sandro would surely kill her in his current state.

She lunged out of bed, making a desperate dash toward the door, but her luck ran out as Sandro swiftly spun around and seized her by the hair, yanking her back towards him before forcefully throwing her back onto the bed. Thalia cried out in pain as her back slammed into the wooden frame. She felt a bone break as she struggled to sit up, her hands tightly gripping the sheets.

“I demand an answer! How did I not know you two were related? And how often have you mocked me behind my back for being oblivious?!” Sandro’s voice thundered through the room.

Thalia cowered before him, tears streaming down her face as she clawed at his hand. “You’re hurting me, please,” she pleaded, her voice quivering.

Sandro tightened his grip on her hair, causing another cry of pain to escape Thalia’s lips. “Answer me, you bitch!” he snarled.

“I was scared!” Thalia yelled, her words choked with tears. “If you found out about our relationship and who Blaze is, you would kill him! I couldn’t betray him.”

“Tell me, who is he besides being your brother?” Sandro demanded.

When Thalia remained silent, Sandro jerked her hair backwards, eliciting a wince of agony. “Speak up when I ask you a question, Thalia. Don’t make me rip your hair out from its roots!”

“He is a demon werewolf! He was never meant to exist, and his very presence stains the De Luca bloodline. That’s all; please, just let me go!” Thalia cried.

Sandro’s face twisted with rage. He had confided in Blaze, revealing so much to him. He never expected Blaze to betray him in this way. Why had Thalia kept Blaze’s identity a secret? And why had he been kept in the dark? The thoughts fueled his anger even further.

Sandro glared at Thalia in disgust and, through gritted teeth, said, “Leave before I return, or you will regret it!” With that, he stormed out of the room, his rage too overwhelming to be contained within its confines.

As he slammed the door shut behind him, Sandro took a ragged breath. Then, consumed by fury, he let out a furious howl, his hands clenching and tugging at his hair in frustration.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Sandro vented his anger by kicking a nearby trashcan, sending it hurtling towards a group of young werewolves who shrieked in fright.

He couldn’t believe he had been deceived by someone he trusted so profoundly. He had embraced Blaze as his brother, only to have him commit such a betrayal. The weight of the revelation pressed heavily on him.

Thoughts raced through Sandro’s mind, wondering what else Blaze had hidden from him besides being a demon werewolf. He doubted he could ever look at him the same way again, consumed as he was by anger and thoughts of exacting revenge on both Thalia and Blaze, should they ever cross his path.

Sandro retraced his steps through the hallway, returning to the main room of Ezra’s pack house, where his pack members were gathered. Some were recovering from their ordeal, while others were brimming with joy at their successful rescue.

As Sandro entered, the room fell silent, and his pack members bowed before him. “Long live the Alpha,” they chanted in unison before rising to their feet again.

“We need to hold an emergency meeting immediately,” Sandro declared, his voice carrying authority. “I will be selecting a new Beta.”