Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“Is Clarisse the alpha of the pack?” Arabella asked Thalia.

She set aside her almost empty cup of coffee before glancing at Thalia. While she could guess that Clarisse held a leadership role in the pack, she couldn’t tell if she was the overall head.

“She’s the female alpha,” Thalia replied.

“That’s amazing,” Arabella mumbled, wondering how a middle-aged woman could gather everyone together to lead them. She had seen many males in the pack, but Arabella knew that being an alpha had little to do with mere strength.

Besides, there was something about her she couldn’t quite place her fingers on. It felt as though she was a different werewolf. The aura that radiated off her was different from that of the others. Even far different from what she could feel around Thalia.

Or maybe she was the one thinking too much.

Letting her mind wander back to Blaze, Arabella stared at her phone briefly, sighing when she saw no message as she had hoped. She then glanced up as Clarisse returned, holding a baby close to her hip, patting his back as he cried.

Approaching them, Clarisse muttered, “I’m sorry for this. The mother died recently, and ever since, we’ve been unable to comfort him.”

“It’s fine,” Arabella murmured. She didn’t have any experience taking care of kids, so she didn’t know how to pacify them.

“Would you like to hold him?” Clarisse asked. Arabella started shaking, but Thalia intervened.

“I’ll hold him,” she said, taking the baby from Clarisse. Thalia stared at him while rubbing his back, and the baby looked at her with uncertainty.

“Well, who do we have here?” She cooed. The baby sniffled, then burst into a fresh sob, even louder than the first.

“Okay, I’m the monster here,” Thalia winced, shoving him back towards Clarisse.

“I’ll take him,” said Arabella, taking the wailing baby from Clarisse. Cautiously, she patted his back, flashing him a small smile that was immediately reciprocated.

“He s-smiled at me,” Arabella stuttered, her eyes wide.

“He sure did,” Thalia scowled. “Both of you must be related.”

Arabella’s heart warmed as the baby wrapped his tiny arms around her neck, resting his head on her chest. She had never felt this nice feeling before. Perhaps she had with Blaze, but this was even more profound. It felt as though she could relate to the pain the child was feeling as if they were kindred spirits.

“You’re a kindred spirit,” Clarisse said, settling into the couch. “It’s good to see that your presence makes him feel a lot better.”

“What do you mean by ‘we are kindred spirits’? I’m certain I’m only seeing him for the first time,” Arabella said, taking a seat.

She had expected the baby to protest when she wanted to sit, but instead, he remained silent. Arabella gazed down at him and saw that he was already fast asleep.

“Aside from the fact that your ancestors are related, your presence to him is calming. He needed that calm,” Clarisse explained.

“His parents are Phoenix?” I asked her.

“His father is a Phoenix, and his mother is a werewolf,” Clarisse clarified.

“Where is his father?” Arabella asked, remembering that Clarisse hadn’t mentioned him before.

“I’m sorry if I’m asking too many questions. I’m just curious,” she added.

“It’s fine,” Clarisse assured her, closing her eyes briefly and then reopening them. “The last attack took his father. So, we don’t know if he’s alive or not.”

“I’m sorry,” Arabella murmured.

“Don’t be,” Clarisse said. “He’s not dead yet. At least, as far as we know.”

“Can we get back to what we were discussing?” Thalia interjected.

“Yeah, just a minute,” Clarisse said, then extended her hand toward Arabella. “I’ll take him to his cot.”

“Oh, right,” Arabella murmured, handing him over. Clarisse left the room only to return a while later. But she wasn’t alone.

Arabella jumped to her feet, her eyes wide with fear as she stared at the person before her.

“Sandro,” she snarled, her eyes narrowed on Clarisse.

“What did you do?” Arabella glared at the woman, who didn’t appear the least bit disturbed by what was going on.

“How could you?!” Thalia hissed. She had trusted her. She had believed they were going to be safe in the pack house. Now, she should have known better that she was going to betray them.

“You were trying to stall us so you could reach out to him, weren’t you? Now I’m wondering if everything you said was the truth,” Thalia accused.

“It needed to be done,” Clarisse said calmly. “I’m sorry, Arabella, Thalia. But this needs to be done.”

“Damn, whatever ‘needs to be done,’ Clarisse,” Arabella yelled. Her eyes darted to Sandro, who was watching her. She held out her hand, shaking her head as he started walking towards her. “Do not come closer.”

“Why not, Cara? Didn’t you miss me?” Sandro smirked as he continued towards her.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ll never have such feelings towards you. I hate you with every fiber of my being, Sandro, and right now, I wish you could drop dead,” Arabella said.

“And you’ll be carrying a bastard,” he said.

“I never said I was carrying your baby!” she retorted.

“Can both of you please keep calm?” Thalia threw in. She had been watching the back-and-forth argument between them. What she wanted to know was why Clarisse had done what she did.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” Sandro’s eyes narrowed at Thalia.

“I can and I will. I am not at the Villa where you can control my every move,” Thalia said.

“I still have control over you,” Sandro smirked at her.

“He promised to help with Jude’s father. The baby’s father. And aside from that, he needed to reunite with Arabella because they are both suffering from the sins of their fathers, and only when they make peace with each other can they be liberated,” Clarisse explained.

“You never said anything about my father’s sins,” Sandro said, feeling as though he had been lied to.

“I couldn’t mention it over the phone. I needed you to come here for it,” Clarisse said.

“Wow, you’re so manipulative,” Thalia snorted as soon as Clarisse was done speaking. “I can’t believe you would trade another soul just for your own benefit!”

“Stay out of it, Thalia. This is between Arabella and Sandro and how the balance of the world needs to be restored with their help,” Clarisse said.

Thalia, offended, started towards Clarisse, her hands balled by her sides, but Arabella gripped her hand, halting her movement.

“Whatever sick thought you have in mind, Clarisse, I don’t think I want to hear it. You’ve said enough, and I am with Blaze. I can never be with Sandro, no matter what you say.”

“It’s your disobedience that is punishing him. If you had let him go, he would not be suffering,” Clarisse claimed.

“I’ve heard enough of that in my lifetime,” Arabella said, rolling her eyes.

“Blaze is a different kind of werewolf, and as much as your presence is calming to people around, it is very much chaotic to Blaze and could eventually lead to his downfall,” Clarisse explained.

“And who are you to say that? What do you know about my brother?” Thalia asked Clarisse.

“Because I am Clarisse the fifth. The only surviving she-wolf of her clan. I am the alpha, and I am not just an alpha alone; I am the seer. Fate brought you here. You never came by yourself.”

Nothing was making sense.-all the things Clarisse had said. What Arabella could understand was the fact that she was the alpha, but all the additional claims left her doubtful.

However, Arabella could sense some truth in Clarisse’s words. She had perceived that Clarisse had a unique gift and was different from the other werewolves, which was why she had asked Thalia.

But even with this, it didn’t explain the fact that Clarisse had betrayed them.

“You can choose to sit, you can choose to stand, but I’m going on with the story,” Clarisse declared, her tone suddenly mysterious.

Arabella took a seat, and Thalia followed suit. Only Sandro remained on his feet, his eyes fixed on Arabella, never wavering.

He couldn’t help but think she had become even more beautiful than the last time he saw her. There was an ethereal glow to her skin that made her look as though she wasn’t entirely of this world.

“The werewolves and the Phoenix have always been…”

Sandro’s attention snapped to Clarisse as she began. Even though he was only in the pack for Arabella, he needed to know what was going on.