Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

First, it was Blaze being a demon wolf. It was as if he couldn’t manage the curse he was in.

Blaze heard strange voices and things calling unto him. When he was younger, Blaze harmed himself due to the voices and did many horrible things. She was surprised he could manage himself until he fled.

Now, it was Sandro.

The huge beast before her was Sandro. He was a full fledge bloodlust werewolf and not like anything she had seen before. Thalia could swear it was her first time seeing him.

He growled and jumped, but the chain luckily held him back.

Thalia saw Francis shivering. He was scared, and so was she. Perhaps, for a different reason entirely.

“Be careful.” She murmured, and he halted.

Francis’s eyes stayed on her, and he shook his head. “I-I can’t.” He stuttered.

He didn’t mean to back down, but this was the worst situation he had ever faced. Seeing Sandro in his beastly form, which had little resemblance to a Werewolf, was frightening. It was enough for him to collapse or run out of the building without looking back.

He wondered how Blaze had managed to contain him and give him the shot. Well, he believed Sandro had chosen Blaze as his assistant due to this reason

Blaze was fearless and could defeat even people stronger than he was. He was fucking as strong as Sandro and could be the next Alpha if Sandro died. But he was nowhere to be found.

Francis avoided Thalia’s gaze, and she huffed, stalking toward him.

“How the hell did you become a doctor with an attitude like that? I thought doctors were meant to be fearless, whether to humans or beasts!”

“I have emotions, too, and I have all the right to be scared,” Francis said.

“Give me the fucking shot and leave my sight.”

Francis extended the shot towards her and grumbled. “Be careful. This is not an ordinary werewolf, and you can get killed.”

“As if I don’t know.” Thalia snapped. She snatched the shot from where he placed it and took a staggering breath.

She let a small smile play on her lip and grimaced as she knew it would do nothing to alleviate the fear inside of her.

Sandro growled at her, and his body strained against the restraint.

“Just be calm.” Thalia puffed out a breath. She was telling herself that and not Sandro entirely.

She shut her eyes and opened them, then rushed towards him.

She was at his back; that was the only place he wouldn’t be able to attack her.

She gripped his thick dark golden fur and stabbed the shot in his neck.

Sandro roared, and somehow, he turned towards her. He smacked her with his paw and sent her flying toward the entrance before he began to howl.

Thalia gasped, she gripped her side, and her eyes turned blurry.

She tilted her hand in the air to grasp what seemed to be the curtains in front of her, but it was useless. Her hand met air, and she let it fall back to her side.

Momentarily, her eyes closed, and she gave in to the darkness.

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“What are your questions, my queen?”

Arabella turned to Blaze, who was standing by her side.

Only a chair was available, and they had told Blaze to stand as he wasn’t meant to be part of the council, whatever they had called it.

They had told him to leave, but he had insisted on staying, and Arabella was glad they could not prod him enough to leave the room.

She didn’t know the creature she was sitting with, but they had called themselves the Phoenix.

They had strange lighting surrounding them, and it was one of the lighting she had noticed while at the house before they fled.

However, the one she saw was different from all these, but it was the same.

“It is called Aura,” Orga said. “And with time, you’ll learn it all and be less confused. Your Aura is different from ours because you are the queen, and it consists of all our Aura combined. It forms a powerful energy and can destroy a third of the earth. It is just like the power of the star. But it can destroy the wielder as well. So, anyone using the aura power must learn to control it.”

“How do you know I am a phoenix and the Rose? I’m still confused. And who is the evil of all evil?”

“This…”

Orga pointed to his shoulder. Arabella glimpsed a dark tattoo, a tiny bird with large bright wings. It didn’t look like a tattoo, it seemed more like a birthmark, and she felt he had tried to conceal it with charcoal but failed miserably.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“All phoenixes comes with a birthmark, and you, Arabella Collins, had all the phoenix mark on you. It is a large birthmark, and it pulsates and emits heat when you touch it.”

Arabella knew what he was talking about. Hers wasn’t exactly on her shoulder, but it was on her back. It was one of the reasons she loathed stripping. The mark appears and disappears as if it was hiding from people seeing it.

She touched herself and sighed as she felt the familiar burst of energy, and she turned to the Orga, who nodded.

“The mark hides from those it believes would harm the wielder. Anyone who knows you are a phoenix might use you to their advantage. Hence, it hides and never shows until you are alone.”

“Too many unnecessary talks,” Blaze murmured under his breath.

“Careful, child of the moon.” Orga eyed him. “Your end is nigh.”

Arabella creased her brows, “What do you mean by his end is near?”

Orga shrugged. “I mean, he’s dying soon, and only then would your full form comes out.”

Arabella glared and stood to her feet abruptly. “That is absurd!”

“You don’t call prophecy of the great seer absurd; there are consequences!” Orga bellowed.

“I’m not interested in listening to any more of your nonsense, and we are leaving here at the first light when morning comes.”

Orga sighed, and he shook his head as the eldest in the council, James, moved to call Arabella back. “She’ll realize soon enough. It’s best she experienced it all herself.”

“She needs our guardians, and she’s the queen. We shouldn’t let her leave to her doom.” James said.

“Of course,” Orga affirmed, his eyes flashing white. “But she’s not going far.”

Orga saw it. He saw several dooms surrounding her, and it was bleaker. He didn’t know if she was victorious or not. But he prayed she’d comes out victorious as they had stayed a long time without a leader and wouldn’t let one slip away through their hands.