Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Thalia stared at him. For a moment, she wondered if she should trust him or not. She didn’t like the glint in his eyes.

But then, she believed she had no choice. He knew who she was. If he had wanted to rat her out the moment he saw her step in, he’d have done so.

Instead of coming to do so in a corner and revealing who she was.

“How can you help me?” Thalia asked, staring around the hall.

“I know you are here for Sandro’s shot, and it is the reason I am already on duty to allow Blaze easy entrance. Although no one knew I was acquainted with him and not even Sandro. It’s a secret between us.”

Thalia nodded. She didn’t know the deal between them, but she guessed it would help her this instant.

“Blaze helped me when I was in need, and I had vowed to help him each time we met. Not only that, but I also vowed to do so to any of his siblings. Good thing he has one.”

Thalia sighed. “Can I get the cure? It’s very crucial.”

“It’s good to see you enjoy it when I talk,” Elisha said sarcastically, and Thalia let out a huff.

“How about you release your grip on me? There’s no way I can move if you keep holding me like that.”

Thalia flushed, and she released her hand around his neck. She had placed him in a chokehold. “I’m sorry.”

“Wow, you have got a strong grip,” Elisha said, caressing his neck.

He strode towards a counter, and Thalia followed him.

He halted, and she did as well.

Perusing through the blood bags that were displayed in front of him, Elisha yanked one out, and he extended it towards Thalia.

“This is all?” Thalia asked, wrinkling her nose as she stared at the sparkling crimson liquid. She never knew blood sparkles until now.

“That’s the last supply, and apparently, whoever it was gotten from had been missing six years ago,” Elisha said, and Thalia nodded.

She didn’t care about who owned the blood; she only cared about Sandro’s health.

She wondered if he’d be back to normal if she administered what was in it to him.

“Call me if you need me.” Elisha did a call sign.

“Whatever do I need you for,” Thalia muttered, walking away.

She rolled her eyes and let a smile brighten her face as she got to the security guard.

“Wait.”

Thalia stopped, and one stepped towards her.

“We must search to know you don’t take what isn’t yours.” He said, his voice thick with a Korean accent.

Shit. No one told her about security guards searching. She never knew it would be as complicated as this.

Thalia clenched her fists as the urge to punch the lanky man prodding her body surged through her.

She waited patiently, and when nothing was found on her, he proceeded to grip her bag.

“She’s with me.”

Thalia swirled as she heard Elisha’s voice. “And you shouldn’t search a helpless woman like that.”

“S-sorry, we didn’t know that.” The security guard searching her dropped his hand swiftly as if her bag burned him. He then waved his hand towards the gate. “A pleasure to have you, ma’am.”

Thalia tilted her brows as she gazed at Elisha. He shrugged. She didn’t know what he did, but she was grateful.

She rushed out of the building before anyone noticed she wasn’t supposed to be there.

Thalia got to the De Luca villa at the right and wrong times.

The right time because Sandro hadn’t transformed, and he seemed to be doing much better than she imagined. The wrong time because there was a war going on at the moment.

She had left the house peacefully, and now she had walked into a gang fight.

She ducked as a shot fired out. She heard several yelling, and most were from Sandro.

Peeping from where she hid, she saw him at the front side, knocking out everyone that came at him.

Sandro completely ignored the bullets that were fired out, and for some reason, they didn’t penetrate him.

It was as if someone was guarding him. But Thalia knew better. Perhaps, he had made his skin more rigid and impenetrable. There were only a few werewolves who could do that, and they were all Alphas. Although she didn’t know how much power Sandro possessed, she believed he was dangerous and possibly could deflect bullets.

That was one of the reasons he was called Black Sandro. He was formidable.

Despite dodging all the bullets fired out, he seemed weak. Thalia saw it, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he collapsed.

“I need to help.” She mumbled, twisting the locket of the necklace around her neck.

She stood abruptly and rushed forward but got yanked backward by Sandro.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He growled.

“Helping you, of course.” She asserted.

Sandro grimaced. He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve got this under control.”

“I’m not a trophy, Sandro. I am a Werewolf, and I need to help.” Thalia reminded him.

Sandro stared at her for a brief second before nodding. “Don’t get hurt.”

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As soon as he gave her the authority to fight, Thalia dropped the bag with her in a safe spot and rushed towards it. She didn’t stall to think about the advantage(the gun with the opponent) they had over them. She only wanted to get it over with and attend to Sandro.

The battle lasted for another hour, and when they were done, Thalia’s assertion was correct. Sandro collapsed. But not only that, he started convulsing and releasing some weird liquid from his mouth.

“Get him to his room.” She cried, pointing to James and the rest of the Delta.

“I need you.” She rushed to Francis. “You are the doctor; you should be able to do something.”

“I am,” Francis affirmed. “But there’s little to nothing I can do if there’s nothing to give him to calm him.”

“I got all I need here.” Thalia tapped her bag. “Just fucking let him be normal.”

Francis nodded. He followed the Deltas that had picked up Sandro, and entered the room.

Thalia caressed his forehead; his temperate was spiking higher than usual.

She bit her lower lip and gasped as Sandro sprang up from the bed.

He dashed to the corner of the room and let out a growl. Gripping the shirt he donned, he ripped it, and his eyes flashed.

Four of the Deltas present marched forwards, and they were able to hold him down and locked him with the Chain at the corner of the room.

Sandro swiped at them and roared. He crouched to the ground as his muscles popped. The bones in his body broke as he began to take his wolf.

“Do something!” Thalia yelled. She doubted the restraint could hold him longer than intended. His skin had almost changed, and what was weird was he didn’t look like the usual werewolf.

Heck, he was larger, and at the instant, as he growled and howled into the sky, she realized Alessandro De Luca wasn’t just an ordinary werewolf; he had gone into a bloodlust.