Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Janice swiped at the tears clouding her vision angrily. He had rejected her again. She assumed he would come to accept her as time went by, but she kept getting rejected by him.

She knew from the onset that Blaze had his eyes on Arabella. Even when Arabella hadn’t come, Blaze never looked at her the way he did to Arabella.

And when Arabella left, Janice assumed he would at least have some feelings for her.

However, he felt nothing.

Janice believed she was naive. She was freaking naive to have pinned too long on him, and worse was, she had let him use her.

She wondered if he saw her as a mere tool for pleasure rather than a woman.

She sat on the garden bench and brought her knees upwards, wrapping her arms around them; she hugged it and placed her head on it.

Janice shuddered. The tears kept pouring out. The rejection hurt, and she doubted she would forget about it.

Perhaps, she shouldn’t feel as worse as this. But it still hurt.

“Hey.”

“Leave me alone,” Janice murmured as she felt Francis’s presence.

He sat beside her instead of letting her be as she said.

“It’s okay to cry, you know,” Francis said.

Janice sniffled. She raised her head, eyeing him. “What do you mean?”

“Here,” Francis murmured, extending a face towel towards her.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

She hiccuped and wiped at the snort, about to drip down her nose with the face towel before she glanced at him again.

“Rejection hurts. We all need to feel that sometimes. We can’t always have what we desire.”

He knew, Janice mused. Had he been eavesdropping on her conversation?!

She scowled at him and stood to her feet. “Do you go about listening to all that people say without their permission?!”

“I didn’t listen to your conversation with Blaze. And, of course, I saw you dashed out of his room.” He added as he saw the questioning gaze in her eyes.

Janice hadn’t noticed anyone whilst she ran out to the garden. She had assumed they were the only ones awake.

Moreover, her tears must have made her vision too blurry.

“You love Blaze. I have known that for a while now. Heck, a blind man can see you have affection towards him.”

“I’m not discussing this with you,” Janice murmured. Her cheeks were stained with a blush, and she moved to walk away, but he gripped her hand.

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad. That’s the last thing I want. I’m just letting you know you can’t have all that you wished.”

“Of course, I know that!” Janice snapped, shrugging his hand away. “I know he can’t have me, and it is all the fault of that bitch. She’s going to pay!”

Francis sighed. He knew who the bitch Janice was referring to was. But he doubted Arabella had anything to do with what was going on.

Blaze never had anything for Janice right from the beginning. But she had been blinded by love for him.

And when Arabella came, Francis had seen how Blaze stared at her especially. It seemed like they were mated, but no official announcement between them yet.

“I wish I know wherever she is hiding. She had a lot to answer.”

“Arabella is innocent,” Francis interjected. “She didn’t know you have feelings for him. Heck, she barely knows how this mate thing works because she isn’t a werewolf…”

“When did you turn her defender?!”

“I stand for the truth,” Francis replied with a shrug.

“You stand for nothing, and she’ll surely pay!” Janice let out. She started to walk away, and Francis yanked her suddenly.

She let out a gasp and rammed into him. “Don’t do what you might regret.” He rasped, staring into her eyes.

For the first time in a while, Janice felt like she was staring into his eyes. She glimpsed the dark eyes that went darker, and something else swirled in them.

Lust…

It was weird; she could read everything on his face, and the heat radiating from his body to hers wasn’t helping.

Janice licked her lower lip and scrunched up his shirt. Her gaze zeroed in on his lips as she murmured. “What are you doing? Let me go.”

It was a feeble request, and within her, she didn’t want him to let go. She wanted to see what he had in mind and what he intended to do to her.

Francis’s head dipped, and he murmured. “Can I do this?”

He tilted her chin and captured her lips before she could respond.

Janice let out an oof sound, and her hand splayed on his shirt, gripping him close.

She opened her mouth as he teased her lip. Her hands wound around his neck, pulling him close to her. The kiss ended as soon as she got into it.

Janice panted, staring at Francis, who did the same to her.

Having realised what had happened, she flushed, shaking her head. “That shouldn’t have…”

“I do not regret it,” Francis said. “I’ve wanted to do so for a while now.”

Confused, she stared at him. It seemed she was the only one not fully comprehending why he kissed her.

Not only that, she had freaking responded.

Shit, what the hell was wrong with her?

She was crying for one and yet let another one have access to her.

Janice shook her head and moved backwards as Francis stepped towards her. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I need to leave.”

She dashed towards the palace before he could stop her.

Francis grimaced, staring at her retreating form.

Perhaps, he had gone too far by doing so. He was shocked himself and had expected her to slap him and shove him away when their lips joined but otherwise had happened.

He was somewhat glad she was receptive, and he believed he wasn’t the only one wanting to try it.

Francis grimaced as he stared at his pant. He had a boner. It was not the first time he’d be having it. Only the thought of Janice made him hard, and he didn’t need to think of her naked before it happened.

Fuck, he wanted her.

Francis wondered how long he’d have to wait to have her to himself.