Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Arabella furrowed her brows as she stared at the screen of her phone. She had been doing so for a while but couldn’t think of the reason.

She sighed whilst leaning against the wall, and her eyes snapped shut, and then she opened them again.

Her ears perked up as she heard the sound of a motorcycle and rushed to the window.

Her eyes rounded as Blaze climbed down from it, and a smile formed on her face.

She hadn’t thought he was coming.

After pleading with him the last time he visited, a week after he dropped her off, Blaze told her he’d be leaving her for some while as he had a mission to attend to.

Arabella didn’t know what the mission was, and she never bothered to ask him about it because she was sure she’d never get an answer.

She stayed by the window for a while and moved away to the door as he strode towards the building.

The door flung open almost immediately, and Arabella gasped.

She wondered how he could climb the five flights of stairs easily.

He wasn’t even breathing hard.

Yet she didn’t mind. All that mattered was she was seeing him.

She hurried towards him without thinking and engulfed him in a warm embrace.

“Blaze.” She mumbled, placing her head on the slope of his neck.

“I’m glad you missed me.” He chuckled.

Momentarily, he released her from his embrace and stared into her eyes.

“I miss you too.” He said seriously, and his eyes scrutinised her.

Arabella flushed. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“It was meant to be a surprise. I guess the sound of my motorbike ruined it.”

She nodded. “I am glad it does because I don’t think I’ll last longer if you decide to show up at the door unannounced. It’s been creepy here lately.”

“Care to enlighten me?”

“I’ve been seeing things, or maybe I am imagining them.” She laughed.

“Seeing what?” Blaze asked. He yanked off the gloves in his hands and tossed them on the bed before cracking his knuckles.

Arabella shrugged. “Just some funny things, and I always assume someone is following me. I don’t know. Also, I have been seeing strange lights and dogs everywhere.”

Blaze’s ears perked up at the mention of dogs. He sat up straight and frowned. “What do you mean by dogs?”

“I mean, they look like dogs, but I doubt it. I see them from the windows of my room and whenever I go out. Luckily, I don’t get followed. I think it’s because of the light. They seem to be repelled by it.”

Strange light, dogs…

It wasn’t adding up. Blaze didn’t understand what was happening. But somehow, within him, he knew something awful would happen soon.

Also, he presumed the dogs weren’t actually dogs but werewolves, and he didn’t understand why he hadn’t noticed.

Perhaps, when he left, they often appeared.

“I’m glad you are here. I feel a lot safer.” Arabella said. She sat beside him and stood as his stomach growled.

“Geez…” Blaze grumbled. A blush tinged his cheeks, and he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I cooked nothing. I didn’t know you were coming.” Arabella moved to the kitchen island.

“Never mind, it’s okay. I’ll be fine.” He murmured, rubbing his stomach.

“It’s not,” Arabella said. She raised herself on the ball of her feet and opened the top drawer. She brought out a cereal box and placed it on the counter.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Fortunately, I have this.” She grinned, pouring enough cereal into a plate and placing it in front of Blaze with a carton of milk beside it. “I don’t know how you like your cereal. You should prepare it yourself.”

Blaze wasn’t hungry for cereal. He wanted something else, like blood and raw flesh.

It had been a while since he fed on animals. He had stopped the first time he met Arabella.

He didn’t know the reason, but he was sure his wolf, Red, made him stop.

“Hey…”

Blaze jerked as Arabella nudged him. “Your mind seems far away, and what’s that look on your face?’

“What look?” He asked.

“Like, you are not happy being here, ” Arabella said.

Blaze rolled his eyes and gripped her hand. He pulled her forward and made her sit on his lap. “I have no such look on my face.”

“You did.” Arabella flushed. She glanced away, not because he was staring at her, it was due to his hand currently drawing circles on her back.

She bit her lip as her heart raced. She wondered if Blaze could hear the sound of it.

Arabella noticed a smirk forming on his gorgeous face, and she smiled at him.

Her hand itched to brush off the hair that fell at the side of his face and the worry line that appeared on his temple.

Then her eyes moved lower, and she stopped when they got to his lips.

Goodness, could he be any hotter?

Arabella felt hot suddenly, and she sucked in a deep breath. A frown etched on her face as his tongue slipped out to moisten his lips.

His soft lips, she recalled how they had perfectly fitted hers the first time they kissed.

Her cheeks turned red, and she heaved a breath. She would embarrass herself if she didn’t stop looking, but she couldn’t help it.

“I won’t stop you as well,” Blaze mumbled.

“I wasn’t staring at you!” Arabella blurted. She stood abruptly from his lap and stepped away from him.

“I didn’t say you were.” Blaze chuckled. He raised his brows, “I think you are trying to confess something to me. What were your thoughts about?”

“It’s nothing.” She murmured.

“That’s definitely nothing.” Blaze said, walking towards her.

Arabella prepared to run, but he gripped her hand, pulling her into him.

She felt him move backwards and didn’t realise they were close to the wall until her back smacked it.

“Blaze.” She murmured, her eyes flickering to him.

“Call me, Cole.” He rasped, tilting her chin.

Arabella let out an inaudible moan. She licked her lips, closed her eyes and opened them again.

“Cole.” She whispered. It sounded foreign, but she knew she needed to get used to it as it was his name.

Also, she somewhat liked it.

“Damn it,” Blaze muttered. He leaned into her and whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“For wh…” Her words were cut off as his mouth closed on hers.

Arabella gripped his shirt and pushed herself to him.

She was startled, but she was expecting it. She threw caution to the wind and gave herself to the kiss.