Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Sandro was in a foul mood. He had been that way since morning, and the thought of Arabella made it even worst.

He gripped the bourbon he had poured for himself in the glass and gulped it down.

He gazed at Blaze, “Do you think she’ll be anywhere around?”

Blaze shrugged, taking a drag from the cigarette with him. He puffed out the smoke and ran a hand through his hair. “Not that I know. But, a search can be organised.”

“Hey darling,” A beautiful brunette climbed onto Sandro’s lap. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on his lips.

Sandro let out a grunt. “Not today, Anna.”

“I see you are in a foul mood. Call me when you are free.” She murmured, bit on his earlobe before sauntering away.

“She’s hot.” Blaze said.

“I thought only the moon goddess could get me mad for what she did to my family. But hell no, the bitch drives me crazy!”

“Anna?” Blaze asked, tilting his brow.

“Arabella.” Sandro winced as he said her name.

After having an awful dream about his never-ending curse that needed to be cured by his mate’s blood(No one in the pack knew about it except for Blaze, whom he told.) which was said to be a supposedly rare creature, Arabella had surfaced in his mind afterwards.

She had kept him awake all night long as he thought of where she had run off to and who she might be with.

Of course, he didn’t care about her. He only wanted to have his revenge. He wasn’t fucking done with her yet, and she had the nerve to run off.

“Oh, I doubt you should be worried about her. She might be dead now.” Blaze shrugged as Sandro narrowed his eyes at him.

“I’ll never relent until she’s six feet underneath. She needs to suffer the same pain as my mother and Ariel. She needs to suffer even more before I decide to kill her. Yet, she vanished without a trace!”

Blaze heard it. The pain he was trying to hide from his word.

He wouldn’t blame Sandro for what he did to Arabella because her father did worse to him.

Arabella’s father, John, had shot his mother several times on a mission that was supposedly carried out by his original gang; her head was chopped off and placed on a stake in front of the De Luca residence.

She was the only surviving matriarchal in the De Luca household before all powers were given to Alessandro. As if murdering his mother in front of him wasn’t enough, Sandro’s girlfriend and mate, Ariel, had staggered in with blood dripping from several cuts on her.

And she had been r*p*d several times.

Not by John, But by the several rogues that worked for the Boss John worked for.

It was sickening. Both died in agony.

Yet, Blaze didn’t think Arabella was aware of all that. Perhaps, he was awful himself and trying to keep her because she was his.

John had stolen an heirloom which had been in the family for years, and it was used to symbolise the moon goddess.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

The family was cursed. Especially the next Alpha, and Sandro had taken all as soon as he became an Alpha without knowing what he was going into.

Blaze didn’t want to be the same way Sandro was.

Sandro had lost his mate. He was cursed, and he was almost on the verge of being a berserker wolf. When he turns into that, it would be disastrous.

Sandro needed someone to save him, but Blaze doubted anyone would be with him.

Sandro wasn’t looking for a mate either, and soon, the cure he often used on him wouldn’t work until his mate found and acknowledged him.

It was somewhat complicated but not impossible. Blaze believed if his mate were a werewolf or another supernatural creature, it would be easier to explain everything to her.

Humans were complex.

His mind drifted to Arabella, wondering what he would tell her when she found out he wasn’t who he seemed. But he believed she’d take all the information without going into a rage.

Maybe mad at him at first, she’d indeed accept him as he was.

Blaze sighed, pinching his brows together. He stared by his side and noticed Sandro wasn’t around him anymore.

Instead, he was on the dancefloor with Anna.

Blaze rolled his eyes as Sandro beckoned to him.

“You are hot.”

Blaze turned as he heard a whisper. He smiled at the blonde beside him, and she sat in the vacant chair.

“I’d like to keep you company.” She said.

He shrugged. He didn’t mind her keeping him company; he only prayed she didn’t try to make a move on him.

It wasn’t the first time the women in the bar did things like that, and they never were embarrassed.

The girl beside him looked pretty decent, but he doubted she was worthy of his time as he caught her checking him out from the corner of his eyes.

His phone went off, and he brought it out. His eyes strayed to Sandro as soon as he saw Arabella’s name flash on the screen.

“Sorry, I need to answer this.”

“I’ll wait.” The blonde flashed him a dimpled smile before he stepped towards the balcony.

“You’ll make Sandro have my head. He’ll get suspicious and …”

“I miss you,” Arabella said on the other end. She rolled her eyes and sighed, twisting a lock of her hair in her hand.

“Only a week more here, and we’ll be together.”

“I want you tonight.” She whined, and then her eyes narrowed as she heard the music thumping in the background. “Are you in a pub?”

“Yes.” He said.

“How many girls made a move on you?”

“None.”

“Blaze!” She glared.

“None.” Blaze chuckled. He heard the irritation in her voice, and he wondered if she was jealous.

“I do not trust you, but I have something to show you. I sent a message.” She said.

Blaze glanced at his phone and let out a deep breath as he swiped through the pictures Arabella sent to him.

Fuck. His dick twitched, and he grumbled through the phone. “This ain’t fair.”

“Then come quickly.” She giggled, ending the call.

The urge to rush to where she was and release everything he desperately tried to keep in surged through him. But it was only a matter of time.

He couldn’t go at the moment. His life and hers would be in danger because Sandro was smart enough to detect if something was wrong.

Blaze sighed and stepped away from the balcony back into the room.

“You are back,” Blondie said with a wide smile.

Blaze nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. It was on the naughty pictures Arabella sent to him and what she could be doing now.