Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

The journey back to the De Luca Villa could have been thrilling for Janice as she was getting one of the wishes on her bucket list.

To be on Blaze’s bike.

But she barely enjoyed it as she occasionally glanced back to see if the rival gangs were pursuing them.

Not only that but too many times, she had screamed at him to slow down as he was going too rough. It was a wonder she arrived home in one piece.

She rolled on her bed for a few seconds before standing. She stepped out of her room and walked towards Blaze.

Her hand moved to knock but halted as she heard voices from within.

“Blaze and Sandro,” She furrowed her brows as she wondered what they were discussing.

The sound was low, and she was a low-ranked werewolf. There was little she could do with her enhanced hearing.

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Janice concentrated whilst attempting to strain her ears to know what they were discussing, but it was futile. She stood by the door for a while until she got exhausted and left for her room again.

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“What next? The Rose is with us, and I am glad it didn’t create an uproar.” Sandro asked.

Blaze nodded. The only problem the Deltas encountered were some of the convoys(humans), and they had dealt with them.

“Go on with whatever you intend to do with her. I assume you brought her here to start with the creation of the battalion.” Blaze said.

Sandro heaved a breath and smirked. His eyes twinkled and then darkened almost immediately as the thought of Arabella wandered into his mind.

He didn’t know how, but the Delicate Rose reminded him of Arabella. It wasn’t just a reminder, she looked like Arabella’s twin, and he didn’t think it was possible for anyone to look so much alike without being related.

“Perhaps, they are doppelgangers.” Blaze asserted.

Sandro’s eyes snapped towards Blaze. He didn’t know he had said his thoughts aloud.

“Doppelganger? I hope not.” Sandro mumbled.

The last time a doppelganger was mentioned was 100 years ago. Heck, the previous replica literally stabbed themselves with an enchanted sword from a powerful sorceress to erase their history, as it was said they were a harbinger of bad luck.

They bring dooms to their loved ones, and at the end of the day, they cause despair and all evil things.

Sandro didn’t believe they were doppelgangers. Those never existed anymore. But how sure was he? He mused, staring at nothing. “We’ve never met with a real doppelganger, and I don’t think the myth about them is right. I mean…”

“I’ll say it is for Arabella. She’s doomed.” Thalia cut in. “She is a freaking pain in the rear, and I am glad she isn’t here anymore.”

Sandro glared at her, and she shrugged. As much as he loathed Arabella, he wanted her here. Not because he was beginning to feel something he believed was his confused wolf doing, he still desired to kill her.

Arabella made him feel all forms of emotion, ranging from fury to weird feelings he couldn’t describe.

Or maybe, it was because of his wolf’s attraction to her that made him develop some strange feelings.

“I agree with you,” Sandro said, nodding towards Thalia.

“I’ll like to disagree,” Blaze murmured.

Thalia shot him a knowing look, and Sandro rolled his eyes.

Blaze didn’t think Arabella was doomed. Although everything he felt towards her was still complicated, he believed being in her presence more would help him know what it was.

“It doesn’t matter what you think; the bitch is cursed.” Thalia let out.

“Just because you detest her doesn’t make her cursed. You can be cursed as well. Who knows?”

Thalia scowled. For a moment, she forgot Sandro was in the room with them, and she gripped a cushion and flung it at him.

“Screw you, Co…”

“Gross, no,” Blaze interjected as she was about to slip out his name.

“Yes, no!” Thalia scrunched up her nose and faked a gag.

She realised the trouble she’d have put them in. Again, even if she did say his name, she’d have denied she was speaking to him.

But knowing Sandro, he would keep prodding to understand what it was.

“Both of you make me sick,” Sandro said. He stood to his feet and stepped to the door.

“The ritual is starting in a fortnight. All members of the pack should be present.” He said before turning to Thalia. “Let’s go.”

Thalia rose to her feet and let him step out. She turned to Blaze and flicked him in the head.

“What was that for?” Blaze glared at her.

“For trying to make our cover blown. And thank you for intervening.” She flashed him a bright smile before rushing out of the room.

Blaze sighed as he reclined back on the chair.

He stared at the ceiling and shut his eyes. The fortnight the ritual was starting, he had planned to be with Arabella throughout, but the plan was ruined.

Then again, he had a plan B, only that it would get longer until he saw her again.

He wondered how she was doing. The last time he had seen her was after dropping her off.

He didn’t want people to see him with her always; that was the reason he had kept his distance.

But he still watched over her. She was doing even better than he imagined, and he hoped she’d keep doing better until Sandro forgot about her completely.

He believed only then would they have the kind of life he planned for her.