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Blaze breathed out. It was taking longer than it should have. He had been sitting in the same spot now and waiting for Sandro to stride out of the room to begin the ritual.

But he wasn’t anywhere to be found. Blaze doubted if he was in the room to begin with.

He stood on his feet and walked towards Sandro’s room but halted as the door went ajar.

Sandro strode out with Alessia in front of him, and he shoved her.

Instinctively, Blaze dashed forward and crouched to help her up.

He flushed, realising she was not Arabella. For a second, he had assumed Alessia was.

He helped her up all the same and turned.

Blaze brushed a hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Do you have feelings for her as well? Fuck… How many girls in the pack are you interested in?” Sandro glowered.

Arabella alone. That was the statement on the tip of Blaze’s tongue, but he stopped himself from blurting it out.

“I’m interested in no one.” Blaze shot Sandro a glare.

“Then, stop acting all touchy,” Sandro said.

Blaze shrugged and moved aside.

He followed Sandro to where the ritual was to be held, just a few distances from the main building.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

As soon as they arrived, Sandro stepped towards the centre, where a large pentagram was drawn, and a huge table was stationed in it.

Then Blaze stepped towards Sandro, standing closely behind him and ignoring Janice, who was trying to speak to him.

Janice had been doing that all day, and he had ignored her on purpose.

Also, she had tried several ways to get his attention despite knowing he wasn’t interested in speaking to her.

She had freaking made people tap him and even purposefully yell out his name.

Blaze rolled his eyes again, concentrating on Sandro.

The great witch present, Brianna, waved her hands in the air, and Blaze shivered.

He couldn’t see what she did, but he felt it. Aside from having a big role to play in the ritual by sealing the blood and making it potent, she was to cast a protective spell around the forest area to prevent other creatures from invading them.

And she wasn’t the only one. They were about ten of them, and they had been in the pack from day one, but they were always behind the scene.

Now that the pack was assuming its identity, all the subgroups had also come out.

Sandro cleared his throat and brandished a gleaming knife in the air.

He chuckled, gazing back at Alessia. She had a blindfold on, and her mouth was gagged. She had tried screaming earlier, and he ordered her to be gagged.

Sandro saw the fear on her face and chuckled again. “We are gathered this night…” He paused and gazed up at the sky.

The moon was full, just what he wanted. He inhaled deeply and let it out slowly, enjoying the frigid night air as it wafted his hair around his face.

“We are gathered this full moon to have our usual ritual; however, tonight is a tad different.”

The pack members nodded, and Francis leaned in. “He’s enjoying all that is happening.” He grimaced, glancing from Sandro’s face to Janice.

“He’s a sick bastard. He only derives joy whenever people get hurt.” Janice said.

Francis nodded, agreeing with her. He had noticed that and had thought it was merely a mood swing.

It was worst than that. Francis believed he was Bipolar.

“Tonight marks the end of our weakness and the beginning of our strength.” Sandro continued, ignoring the murmurings.

The crowd cheered.

“We will take back what is ours and fight off our oppressor.”

Sandro gripped Alessia’s hair and placed the knife by her neck.

Blaze winced. His wolf, Red, did as well. It was almost as though he could feel her pain. He frowned, gazing at her.

Blaze believed he should feel nothing. But for some reason, he wanted to whisk her away from Sandro and everyone.

Was that normal?

He possibly couldn’t have two mates. He didn’t feel the familiar prick on his skin, nor did her scent unfurl some desire in him as Arabella’s did.

He cleared his throat, halting Sandro midway as he was about to swipe the knife. “Are we killing her? I thought the purpose was to take her blood alone…”

“Stop interrupting me, Blaze.” Sandro snapped. “Of course, I am not killing her.” He removed the knife from her neck and pierced her finger instead.

He stuck the IV line in her vein after sucking from her thumb.

His eyes gleamed as he watched the blood from her mixed with his in the IV bag.

Blaze frowned. “How long will this be for? She looks as though she’ll pass out anytime from now.”

“I don’t care if she passed out, and if you care so much about her, I’ll advise you to leave because shit is getting real soon,” Sandro said.

Fuck you, Sandro. Blaze gritted his teeth. He clenched his fists but did nothing. He stayed by Sandro, watching the blood leave Alessia’s hand slowly until she even Gaullepassed out.

Blaze was glad she did. At least he didn’t need to stay and watch her struggle.

Unfortunately, she was alive. He wishes she died from the blood drainage.

“She’s strong,” Sandro said. He tapped his chin for a few seconds before shaking his head.

“Take her to the infirmary.” Sandro stared at the medics and beckoned to Francis. “Keep an eye on her. No visit allowed for her, and if you are willing to die, you should let her go.”

Francis nodded and, at the same time, shook his head in negation. “I promise to watch her always and refuse anyone a visit.”

“And oh, you can allow Janice. She will not dare betray me.” He said and strode out of the opening.

Janice grimaced. “He hates me. Why do I keep doing all the dirty jobs?”

“I do dirtier work than you. You shouldn’t complain because all you do is pick clean clothes and their food.”

“I didn’t ask you to be a medical doctor!” Janice glared at him.

“I didn’t ask you to be born an Omega as well.” Francis flung back.

As much as he wanted her, he was tired of her nagging. She did nothing in the pack. She fucking gets away with most of the thing because Sandro forgives her.

Yet, she complains.

“Do not talk to me!” Janice shouted in his face. She shoved him, storming towards the house.

“Shit.” Francis gripped at his hair and tugged. He moved to run after her, but Blaze pulled him back. “I messed up, didn’t I?”

Blaze shrugged. “She’ll come around. Just let her be in the meantime.”

Francis nodded and glanced back at Janice. He could barely see her anymore, and he hoped she would come around, as Blaze said.

He couldn’t live with keeping silent around her. And he doubted she’d want to talk to him at the moment as she seemed pissed.