Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Arabella let out a sigh for the umpteenth time. She had passed by the hundredth person, she believed; he had bowed to her, and so did the rest.

She wondered what Orga had told them as they all stared at her in awe. Like she was, a kind of God that had come to redeem them. Or maybe they were all staring at her because she was the only one without a wing. And Blaze too. Yet, they didn’t accord the same respect to Blaze.

Perhaps, she should start getting used to it, seeing as Orga told her she was a powerful being but having hundreds of eyes looking at her as though she had suddenly sprouted a horn was unnerving.

Orga halted in front of what seemed to be a large gallery. Different large portraits decorated the wall, and with each one Arabella passed, it felt as though it was alive.

She shuddered as she licked her bottom lip. Her eyes darted around as she sensed eye movement on her, or maybe she was being paranoid.

But then, she seemed to be the only one distracted. Blaze and Orga walked towards the portrait freely whilst she did reluctantly.

Somehow, she was frightened. She didn’t know why. But she sensed it was the intensity of the gaze of the people in each portrait that sent a chill down her spine.

“Who are they?” Arabella murmured. She touched a picture and retracted her hand as she felt the emotion it emitted.

Also, it scorched her. She gazed at her hand and then at the painting and shook her head as she saw smoke which disappeared almost immediately. Her eyes rounded, and she stared at Orga and Blaze. Did they notice as well? She wondered.

Or did she imagine the smoke coming out?

“These are your predecessor, and I know you feel the emotion that comes out of each painting,” Orga said and proceeded to touch it, but he didn’t retract his hand as she did.

Arabella heaved a breath. She wasn’t crazy after all.

“I feel nothing. I am in no way connected to them. Only the true and chosen one can feel, and the picture also speaks to them.” Orga said.

As if the pictures heard all that was said, Arabella heard several whispers. All at once, and she clutched her head as it reeled. She slapped her hands over her ears and wheezed. “Make it stop!”

“Bella?” Blaze frowned. He saw the glint in her eyes. The one he had seen before she attacked the black figure was back again and, might he add, somewhat scarier.

“Fucking stop this!” Arabella growled, she staggered backwards and stumbled on her feet, but Blaze caught her.

Blaze stared at the Orga, who had a knowing look on his face, and he glowered. “What are you doing to her?! Can’t you see she’s in pain?!”

Orga shrugged; he flapped his wings as if he was enjoying all that was happening to her.

Blaze was confident he was because he should have helped rather than watched her cry out in pain.

“Fucking help her!” Blaze bellowed.

“She can control it. She has the power to. She removed the poison from her system herself without any medication. She can do this without any help.” Orga said.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“How do you expect her to when she knows little to nothing about what’s going on? She doesn’t even know what the hell a phoenix is until now!”

Perhaps, he spoke too soon, Blaze didn’t know, but the next minute, Arabella jumped to her feet and stalked towards Orga. She gripped him by the neck and flung him across the room.

“Arabella!” Blaze gasped out, and she turned to him. The dark, evil glint was still in her eyes, and she bestowed him a smile. It wasn’t a smile he often saw on her, and he was scared.

Arabella gripped her head and shut her eyes. “Please help.” She mumbled and fell forward.

Blaze caught her and wrapped his strong arms around her.

“Arabella.” He mumbled, shaking her slightly, but she was out cold.

Perhaps, it was the number of powers she had used. Blaze believed it was the reason she was always out because the same thing had happened with the black figure.

“She’s alive. You needn’t trouble yourself, and it might take a while until she gets used to this new side of hers.” Orga said, rubbing his neck. “Even for a newbie, she’s powerful. What more when she learns the hangs of it?”

Ignoring Orga, Blaze let out a sigh and gathered her in his arms. He walked towards the room, several rooms before the gallery, and Orga followed suit.

Blaze booted the door and stepped inside. “You could have helped her.”

“The phoenix queen needs to find her path, and her loyal subjects can do little to nothing to help her with it. Our involvement will do nothing to help her. It’ll only hinder her.”

Blaze shook his head as he laid Arabella gently on the bed. “It makes no sense.”

One minute, she was just Arabella Collins, the daughter of a traitor and the Delicate Rose, which he doubted she still was because there could be a mix-up, and now, she was a phoenix queen. Under another circumstance, he’d have laughed his ass off and called the person’s bluff.

But it didn’t look funny. And it was even weirder that she was doing strange things.

“She is the Delicate Rose,” Orga said quietly.

But Blaze heard him. He furrowed his brows. “How do you mean she’s the Delicate Rose, and what do you know about her being it?”

“I told you she’s many things; she’s the Delicate Rose and the only one keeping this clan alive.”

“What about her so-called twin?” Blaze asked.

“She’s out to destroy her. She doesn’t know her mission until she meets the evil of all evil that’ll use her as the pawn to his game.”

“The evil of all evil?” Blaze mumbled. It was getting confusing. He had to admit it.

Delicate Rose, the Phoenix queen and now evil of all evil. What else did he need to know? He mused.

“The world is in danger, and the Phoenix queen needs to act fast else it’d be destroyed in her very eyes. When the twin meets, the word shall become one, and there’s a death that’ll unleash powers from within…”

Blaze stared intently at Orga. His voice sounded eerie, as though he wasn’t the one speaking. And his eyes had gotten darker; smoke surrounded him, and his wings flapped, creating a gentle wind around the room.

“Doom is nigh, and only the Phoenix queen can eradicate it.”

Blaze jerked as he felt a hand on his. His eyes moved around the room, and he noticed that Orga wasn’t with him. He wondered when he left, and he stared at Arabella as she called his name.

He flashed her a brief smile and squeezed her hand gently.

“I’m sorry I had to…” Arabella whispered.

“You need not apologise, and I believe we’ll get to the root of it all soon,” Blaze said.

Arabella nodded and smiled.

Blaze was supportive; she believed that was all she wanted in a man. Being in a world both of them didn’t understand, yet he understood everything going on with her. She couldn’t ask for anything more.