Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Entering Thalia’s room, Arabella made her way to the couch where Thalia sat.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Trouble in Paradise?” Thalia raised a brow, sniffing. “I can smell blood on you. Did something happen?”

“In short, we were attacked by rogues, and Sandro decided to fight them off.”

“Typical Sandro,” Thalia smiled. “But why the blood? Did you both engage in some kind of blood play?”

“What?” Arabella scoffed, “Never. Just because Blaze is no more doesn’t mean I’ll forget our moments easily. Besides, Sandro got injured during the fight, and I’m here because he said some really insensitive things.”

“About you not being receptive to him as you were to Blaze?” Thalia questioned.

“How do you know? Did you eavesdrop on us?”

“I’m a werewolf, remember? I can hear things miles away. Plus, your attitude towards him says it all. I’ve been watching,” she said.

Arabella shrugged. “I don’t think you’d want me to relate with him either. He’s been cruel to me, tried to kill me, and took me against my wish.”

“I know he did awful things, but I need to remind you he did all that to avenge what your father did. His mother and mate Ariel were killed brutally. That turned him into a monster, along with other tragic events.”

Arabella frowned. No one had told her the exact details of what happened between Sandro and her father. It was only when Clarisse started discussing it that she learned some things. Now, she was discovering another reason why Sandro harbored hatred from the beginning.

“I’m not saying you should love him, but I don’t think you should blame him too much for being cruel. Also, he’s the father of your children. Do you think they would be happy when you start acting coldly towards their father?”

“They are supporting him,” Arabella muttered with a scowl on her face.

“You both are already joined by the goddess, and I don’t think any amount of hatred can keep you apart. Plus, Blaze wouldn’t have wanted that. I know he was ready to give you up if it ensured your safety.”

“What do you mean give me up? Blaze and I planned a lot of things about our future, and that never included him giving me up.”

“I know,” Thalia mumbled. “He loved you to death.”

A brief frown formed on her face before Arabella stood to her feet. Walking towards the wardrobe, she opened it and brought out two envelopes, extending one to Arabella.

“This is Blaze’s room. I never meant to ransack the room, but then I couldn’t help it. I saw these envelopes addressed to us, and I don’t want Sandro to find out. That’s why I haven’t spoken to you about them,” Thalia said.

Arabella clutched the envelope Thalia extended towards her. She frowned, gazing at it. She couldn’t tell what could be in it, but she felt it wouldn’t be something that would bring her joy.

“You can read it here if you want or wait until you return to the room,” Thalia said.

“I’d rather do so here,” Arabella muttered, tearing the envelope open.

She smiled, gazing at Blaze’s neatly written words and the first sentence on the paper.

“My dearest Bella,” Arabella giggled as she imagined Blaze saying that to her.

Her eyes watered as she skimmed through the letter.

“You might get this letter before or after my death. I do not know when, but I am certain I won’t be living that long despite not wanting to believe so.”

Arabella paused, glancing at Thalia, who was also reading her letter. Returning her focus to the paper, she continued reading.

“You should know I stalked you for a long time. Sometimes, I got annoyed while going on missions for Sandro, but I was always happy to stalk you. Weird, right? I guess so.” Arabella imagined Blaze scratching the back of his neck while muttering the last sentence. Then she continued.

“I couldn’t quite place a finger on what made you different, Bella, and then I decided to speak to you to see if I wasn’t just imagining your peculiarity. After our first discussion, I couldn’t seem to stay away from you despite all the warnings. You are not just beautiful, Bella; you are intelligent, caring, and always stand for what is right.”

“The bravest I had ever seen; you were standing up to Sandro even while on the brink of death, and that made you the most attractive woman I had ever seen.” Arabella’s giggling turned into full-blown laughter, and she tried her best to suppress it as Thalia shot her a glance.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, sniffling back the tears that were beginning to cloud her vision.

“No matter what people said about us, I have never for once thought you were never for me. I mean, the goddess made you for me, or so I wish to believe.”

“What do you mean?” Arabella asked herself as she turned the paper over.

“As much as I loved you, Bella, you were always meant to be with Sandro. I never knew that until I realized your blood was what made him feel better. I smelled Sandro whenever I was around you, and likewise him. You were the one keeping him sane.”

“He’s a jerk,” Arabella said.

“Sandro might exude the appearance of a jerk, but he wasn’t always that way. I won’t give excuses for all that he did to you, which was really horrible, but he’s been through worse himself. His loved ones were snatched from him at a young age, and he was forced to take on the reins of things. There are a lot of responsibilities that come with being an Alpha, and I would commend Sandro for doing things perfectly even though he wasn’t the most patient man.”

“Thalia,” Arabella mumbled.

Thalia glanced up from the paper she had been staring at for some minutes, her brows raised.

“Did Blaze write this? I am expecting to read something about him and not about Sandro.” Arabella’s confusion was evident as she continued gazing at the paper with her.

“It was addressed to you, and I never touched it. Perhaps he wanted to say some things to you. By the way, he spoke to me about Sandro as well. Maybe not in the way it was written in yours.”

“What did he say?” Arabella asked.

“You wouldn’t want to know.” Thalia shook her head.

“I don’t mind knowing,” Arabella insisted.

“Told me to let Sandro go and that he wasn’t for me. Also, Sandro saw me as only a slut to vent his frustration on. How can my brother say that to me?” Thalia grimaced, scowling.

Arabella stifled a giggle. Well, that was typical Blaze, hating on the relationship Thalia had with Sandro. He never approved of both of them from the beginning.

“I am sorry, Thalia, but your brother knew Sandro and you best. He understood what he was seeing,” Arabella said.

“Yeah, whatever,” Thalia waved her off.

Arabella continued with the letter again.

“I denied the fact that everyone said you were my downfall and never listened. I never intended to listen, Bella, because I am my own person and I do things my way. But I understood it all after dying at the hands of Alessia. I am not sorry for knowing you or loving you, Bella, but I would definitely be sorry if something comes between us, like death, since that is the only thing that can part us.”

PS: There was a point where I wanted Sandro to see what he was missing by being cruel to you, but I doubted he could. He is too oblivious, anyway. You should give him a chance if he comes to his senses and knows he can’t do without you. You might want to be patient with him as he can be repulsive sometimes. I don’t know when you will get this, but just know I love you, Bella. I do love you from the bottom of my heart, and I don’t regret knowing you.”

“Oh, Blaze,” Arabella sighed. The tears she had been trying to push back poured down her cheeks, and she sniffled between giggles.

“I am sorry I couldn’t protect you even with my awesome powers,” Arabella started but was cut off by Thalia.

“I thought we agreed that blame wouldn’t be placed on anyone about what happened?”

Arabella nodded. “That doesn’t stop me from saying the truth, Thalia. If I wasn’t so shocked, he would be here with us.”

“Living a torturous life,” Thalia completed. “A part of me is happy about all that happened because there’s no way he could have been at peace. And I don’t really want to think of what Sandro had in store for him. He might have died in his hands either way.”

“I doubt that,” Arabella murmured.

Sandro’s cruelty was only reserved for her and anyone who offended him. Although he might have meted out some punishment to Blaze, it wasn’t something that would definitely lead to his death.

As much as she hated to admit it, both of them loved each other. Blaze had spoken highly of Sandro and had even defended him many times. Sandro had done the same.

Blaze had mentioned Sandro losing many people in his life; he had lost Blaze as well, and she wondered how great the pain he was feeling was.