Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“Fuck!”

Sandro kicked at the coffee table in the middle of the room as his eyes strayed to Blaze.

“We never noticed that. We’d have thoroughly searched her belongings if we had.”

Sandro sighed, pushing his hand into his hair. “I’m sure the bitch knew. She was waiting for the right time for them to attack us so she’d have a good laugh.”

“I doubt she does.” Blaze shrugged. He had seen how frightened she was. If she knew there were tracking devices on her, she’d have been more confident.

Instead, she had recoiled at the slightest thing. Despite sharing a resemblance to Arabella, she didn’t act like her.

Again, he believed even twins never acted the same way.

Arabella was surely the most stubborn woman he had ever met. She never cared if she died at the hand of Sandro. It frightened him that she showed no care whatsoever and did the opposite of whatever he asked of her.

He didn’t want to see her in the pool of her blood one day. He had almost seen her in that state(When she was in the dungeon), but he was glad he had gotten the information right on time.

“Everything had been cleansed now. I doubt they have any more information about her except they come here, which we are prepared for.” Blaze murmured. He eyed Sandro, who seemed to be deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about? Whenever your face darkened, it’s not always a good thing.”

“Of course, it ain’t.” Sandro snapped.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s about the experiment we did a few days before. I know we are not done with it, but they showed signs of nothing. I mean, the experimental subjects, they act the same, and I see nothing new in them.”

“Perhaps, we didn’t get it right?” Blaze tilted his brows.

“Of course we did. It’s not our first time having a ritual, and I doubt that is the cause. Something is wrong somewhere.”

“Are you doubting the authenticity of Delicate Rose blood? I mean, she might not be the real Rose we are searching for.”

“Who then is?” Sandro glowered, and Blaze shrugged.

“I don’t know. Arabella…”

“Don’t say her name!” Sandro snarled, halting Blaze. He grimaced before tugging his hair in frustration.

The bitch never ceased to haunt him. He still had nightmares about her and his mate. He didn’t know why he saw her and his mate in the same dream. It irritated him, and the more he tried to forget all that he had seen, the more it kept coming to him.

“Perhaps, we should start the ritual over again.”

Blaze said, and Sandro affirmed with a nod.

“That is the only option, and if I am tricked again, I’ll discard her as soon as possible. She’s of no use to me.”

He strode out of the room, leaving Blaze to stare after him.

A while later, Thalia slipped in, and Blaze sighed. “What do you want?”

“I hate when you ask me that, Cole,” Thalia said.

Blaze scowled. “Don’t call me that.”

“That’s your name, and I do not think I am comfortable calling you Blaze. It sounds weird.”

“That’s my identity now, Thalia. You need to get used to it.”

Thalia shrugged but said nothing. A while later, she spoke up again. “I have something that has been bothering me.”

“If it’s about Sandro, I do not want to hear it. I’ve heard enough of you both frolicking and acting like his whore. I don’t want to have any more images of what nonsensical thing you’d be doing with him in his bedroom.”

“It’s about Arabella.” She said.

Blaze stilled. He sat upright and furrowed his brows. Several thoughts of Thalia finding out where she was and revealing the location to Sandro filled his head.

However, he schooled his feature when he saw her staring at him.

“I’m right, am I not?”

“About what?” Blaze grunted.

“You know where she is. Don’t you?” She questioned.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“That’s a ridiculous thing to ask me. Why’d you think I know where she is?”

“Because she is your mate. You are trying to keep her safe so she won’t be dead and you won’t end up mateless. Because you are a lovesick idiot that’ll never let the used whore die…”

“She’s not a whore, for the goddess’s sake! Stop referring to her in that manner!” Blaze bellowed.

“Right,” Thalia smiled. “I forgot how worked up you are when her name is mentioned.”

“I’m not worked up, and it gets irritating to see you accuse her for nothing.”

“I’m barely accusing without a fact. She fucked Sandro. That whore you think is your mate fucked the alpha, but you still decide to want to have her!” Thalia shouted.

“Leave it, Thalia.”

“Where is she, Cole? Stop keeping her and trying to harm yourself in the process! Let her go.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Blaze sidestepped Thalia as she moved toward him. He slapped her hand, gripping his shirt away and glared at her.

“Do I admit to what I do not know of? What the hell is wrong with you, and when do you turn into Sandro’s assistant?!”

“I’m going to be his future, Luna, and sooner than later, I’ll know about all his affairs, and you need to tell me where the bitch is. I can’t watch you take any fall for her!”

Blaze looked at Thalia incredulously before tossing his head back. He let out a peal of laughter, gripping his side. “Whoever told you you’d be Luna to this pack?”

“I know that.” Thalia scowled as he continued laughing. She didn’t find whatever he was doing funny.

“I’m sorry, Lil sister. But Sandro will never mate with you. You are his fuck buddy, a toy he goes to when he’s horny.” Blaze strode towards her and gripped her shoulder. “That’s why I want you to stay away from him. Stay the fuck away from Sandro. You’ll never be his Luna!”

“Stop!” Thalia yelled, shrugging his hands away. “I’ll be his Luna. If you don’t believe me, I’ll prove that to you soon.” She stalked out of the room, and Blaze groaned.

“Could she be any more delusional?” Blaze knew what Sandro could do and couldn’t. What he was sure of was Sandro would never mate with her.