Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Sitting alone in the small room, Arabella’s mind raced with worries. She remained under Sandro’s control, wondering why no one had come for her yet. She also thought about Blaze and how he was holding up, whether he was awake and concerned for her.

She felt the weight of Sandro’s constant presence. He frequently entered the room, either watching her silently or berating her for carrying Blaze’s child. She knew she should confess the truth but didn’t want to.

Feeling trapped, like a bird in a cage, Arabella longed for her freedom, the wind in her hair. Surprisingly, she even missed the Phoenix cave and Orga.

Though she vowed not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her defeated, she couldn’t deny her discomfort in his presence.

Lost in thought, Arabella didn’t notice Sandro entering the room until he spoke. Startled, she looked up and met his gaze.

“That’s news coming from you,” he remarked, a trace of amusement in his voice.

Confused, Arabella furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?” she asked.

Sandro smirked. “You mentioned being uncomfortable around me,” he replied. Despite the amusement in his voice, his face remained impassive. “I assumed that thought was meant for your ears alone, but you said it loud enough for me to hear,” he added dryly.

She couldn’t recall saying those words aloud. Her gaze shifted away from him, focusing on her lap.

“Let me go,” she said quietly, still avoiding eye contact. “I don’t understand why you’re keeping me here. Either you’re going to kill me, or you’re going to let me go. Just make up your mind because staying in the same place as you makes me want to throw up.”

Sandro’s expression turned serious. He took a step closer to her, his eyes locked onto hers.

“You’re talking back to me because you fucked my Beta,” he accused. “That’s why you’re so defiant and disrespectful.”

Arabella’s eyes widened in surprise and indignation. “Blaze has nothing to do with this,” she retorted, crossing her arms defensively.

Sandro’s eyes darkened with anger as he advanced towards her. “He has everything to do with it,” he growled. “He always has, from the very beginning. I’ll capture Blaze and kill him in front of you if he’s not dead already. And then I’ll make sure he dies a slow and painful death before dealing with the frea… child you’re carrying.”

Panic surged through Arabella as Sandro’s words hit her like a blow to the stomach. Without thinking, she jumped out of the bed and grabbed his hand, desperation in her eyes. “Please, Sandro, you can’t hurt Blaze. He’s innocent; he didn’t do anything wrong.”

Yanking his hand out of her grip, Sandro snarled, “Why should I leave him alone? Did you enjoy being with him so much that you can’t bear to see him die? Maybe I should take something from him, too, like he took something from me… Like cutting off his dick…”

“Don’t hurt him, please,” Arabella pleaded, attempting to reason with Sandro. “It’s not his fault.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Sandro growled. “He knew you were mine, and he still crossed that line. He’s betrayed me, and he will pay the price for it.”

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Weakness wasn’t an option in front of Sandro, not now, not ever.

“He’s innocent,” she repeated, her voice quivering. “Please, Sandro, don’t hurt him.”

Sandro seized her by the arm and pulled her close, his breath warm against her face. “Innocent is not how I see it, my dear Bella,” he hissed. “Blaze betrayed me. He broke our code of conduct, knowing exactly what he was doing. And you… You belong to me, every part of you. No one else has the right to touch you. No one.” With a release, she stumbled backward, feeling like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

“It’s best you pray to whatever power you believe in,” Sandro spat as he strode out of the room. “Not even your position as a queen can save him.”

Arabella collapsed to the floor, her head buried in her hands. Her body shook as sobs wracked her.

“No, no, no…” she muttered, shaking her head, the thought of Blaze’s death consuming her.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

The mafia’s rules were etched into her soul, just as they were for Sandro. The code of omerta and other unspoken codes were sacrosanct among mafia members.

Anyone who breached it faced grave consequences. Blaze had violated that code by being with her, and Sandro was using it as a weapon. To Sandro, Blaze was like a traitor, and as the gang’s leader, he had to enforce the rules. Blaze had to serve as an example, a warning to all that betrayal would not be tolerated.

Arabella’s heart sank as she understood that Blaze was as good as dead. Sandro was a man of his word, and he had sworn to kill Blaze in her presence. A nauseating realization overcame her; she was the cause of Blaze’s impending doom.

Arabella understood that the Phoenix cave was heavily fortified, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that Sandro had formidable witches supporting him. Despite her own considerable power, she had been overpowered by them. She had to entertain the grim possibility that Sandro could breach the cave’s defenses and reach Blaze.

“I have to reach Blaze first!” Arabella exclaimed, brushing away the tears that angrily streaked down her cheeks.

Desperation surged within her, but the room was her prison. She needed to escape, but how? And even if she managed to break free, how could she evade Sandro’s ever-watchful gaze? The odds were stacked against her, and the weight of her powerlessness pressed upon her like never before.