Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Goodness!

Sandro pressed the gas pedal, driving over the speed limit. Relieved that the road was empty, he was aware that if someone had been there, a collision was inevitable, and he wouldn’t have cared.

His sole focus was reaching Arabella.

“Is she foolish enough to go to that guy without telling me?” Gritting his teeth, he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

He had only left to settle some business deal with another pack that he had an alliance with, and it was to get them to fight in the war with him.

Of course, he had done all he needed to do, albeit too late.

Arabella, that he was trying his best to protect, wasn’t even in the villa anymore.

His phone rang, and glancing at the screen, he swiped to answer. “If you harm her, Paolo, I’ll make sure you regret it. I won’t hesitate to take you down with me!”

“She’s still alive, De Luca. Why not come see her condition for yourself?” Paolo replied.

Just then, a scream erupted from Arabella, further unsettling Sandro. “Let her go,” he hissed. “You need me. Release Arabella.”

“You’ve got 30 minutes, De Luca. I’m done being nice,” Paolo declared, ending the call abruptly.

Sandro slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a brief stop. His head rested on the steering wheel, body trembling, heart constricted, and sweat breaking out on his face.

“Is she going to die?” he wondered, realizing he had only 30 minutes to reach Paolo, assuming he exceeded the speed limit. Flying was impossible.

“Shit!” he grunted, pressing on the horn. Sandro spent five more minutes contemplating his options until Arabella’s scream cut through his thoughts, prompting him to resume the journey.

***

“He isn’t here yet,” Paolo said, crouching in front of the sprawled Arabella. “How about we play a game, sweetheart?” Gripping her by the hair, he dragged her toward a chair, releasing her when they reached it.

“Sit,” he ordered.

Arabella gasped. Since Alessia had taken her blood, she didn’t know what her sister had done. Some kind of spell, perhaps, as she had never felt so weak before, not even when using her powers against Brianna’s warning.

“Sit, bitch!” Paolo kicked Arabella’s back, prompting a cry from her.

Arabella groped for the chair, clutching its arms to pull herself up. When she settled into the seat, she blinked away the haze clouding her vision.

As her sight cleared, Paolo stood in front of her, a camera in hand, and he tore the strap of her dress off before she could react. Arabella instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, revealing her bra.

“You have beautiful skin, dear. Sandro is lucky to have you. Will you entertain me like you do for Sandro?” Paolo wore a sick grin.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Arabella’s stomach churned, lips twisted in disgust, seeing the lust in his eyes.

“I’ll never agree to your sick thoughts. It’s better you kill me than for me to stoop so low!” she spat.

Her head whipped back as Paolo slapped her for the second time.

“Don’t talk back,” Paolo growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her face toward his.

“Go to hell,” Arabella yelled, spitting in his face, earning a chuckle from him.

“I’m enjoying this feisty side of yours. I would’ve been disappointed if you were too easy,” he said. Paolo stopped the recording, adding, “Now, let’s see if it triggers him to arrive on time.”

***

“No, Bella,” Sandro murmured, witnessing Paolo humiliate her. It was his fault. Why hadn’t he gone with her? Despite her disdain for him, at least he could have monitored her activities. When Paolo forced her into a chair, and his hand struck her cheek, Sandro lost control.

“I told you never to touch her!” he roared. Sandro’s eyes widened as Paolo went further, tearing a part of her blouse and exposing her breasts. Regardless of the video’s intent to provoke him, he was determined to kill Paolo for his actions, but he needed to reach his residence in time.

***

Thalia panted, surveying the scene. Many pack members stood, fortunate to have pushed through the attackers with the help of Brianna and the other witches. Only a few of the attackers remained, and a little more strength would secure victory, but everyone seemed exhausted.

Similarly, Thalia’s body bore the brunt of the fight. She bled from her side, and her head had repeatedly slammed into the floor, raising concerns about a possible concussion. Her voice had turned hoarse from her continuous efforts to boost morale, which seemed to wane with each passing moment.

The root cause? Sandro and Arabella’s absence. Whenever a member realized they were missing, whispers spread through the pack, momentarily forgetting they were in the midst of a battle. Elisha gripped Thalia’s hand, offering support.

“You can do it, Thalia,” he said. She shook her head, surprised at the complexity of leadership. It was harder than she had anticipated, stepping into Sandro’s shoes for a few hours and feeling the immense pressure he constantly faced. She felt as though she had been in there forever.

She doubted it was even half of what Sandro endured, yet the weight felt overwhelming. “You can do it, Thalia,” Elisha repeated.

“I can?” she murmured.

“You can,” he affirmed. “You’ve brought us this far into the battle; you can’t stop now until it’s over.”

“I’m exhausted,” Thalia whispered, stumbling slightly. Elisha steadied her, pulling her close for support.

“I know, and that’s why I’m sharing my strength with you,” he said.

Thalia nodded, accepting his words and the support he offered. She briefly closed her eyes, reopening them with determination.

“Listen, everyone!” she growled, pushing through the pain in her throat. “We are going to be victorious, but this isn’t a job for one werewolf. Let’s give our best and fight harder because the alpha is on his way to rescue the Luna,” Thalia declared.

Surprise registered on the faces around her. No one knew about Arabella leaving and being in trouble. Now that Thalia had revealed it, determination crossed their expressions.

“We need to guard the villa because it’s the only home many of us know. Let’s protect it with our lives and win this battle. Let’s fight against evil!” she roared.

“Let’s fight against evil!” echoed the response from the pack members, and once again, everyone’s morale soared as the battle continued.