Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“Taking the pack by surprise should be the best thing ever…”

Janice tuned out her father’s voice and placed a hand over her chin. She licked her lips and furrowed her brows as she stared at nothing.

Annalise. Her thoughts were filled with her sister’s well-being. She didn’t know how she was faring. She didn’t know if her secret was known and if Sandro punished Annalise just as he did to Alessia because of Arabella.

Her mind was muddled, and she wished she could come up with a good enough answer.

She had been in the house with her father for a week now, and nothing much was happening, save for the usual, threatening to kill her if she went against him, trying to force her into doing what she didn’t want and plan about the attack on Sandro’s pack.

Janice didn’t know exactly what happened, but according to him, Sandro had what he wanted. And with that, he could make a mighty army.

That was all that they wanted. Sandro was after the Delicate Rose blood and looking to make a battalion, likewise the whole pack she knew. They all had the same mission.

They all wanted to subdue the world and trample on the powerless. Even her father, Janice, doubted Alessia was what Sandro needed.

Perhaps, there was something else he wasn’t letting her on.

She snapped her eyes to him as he slapped his palms on the table.

“How much more time do you need on spacing out? You barely listen to whatever I say!”

“I’m sorry, father,” Janice mumbled. Although she wasn’t, there was no point in telling him her thoughts, as she’d endangered herself in the process.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I was just lost in thought.”

Paolo harrumphed, and swiftly, he moved to where she sat and gripped her chin, forcing her to stare into his eyes. “Let your eyes never leave me and answer every damn question I ask of you.”

Janice gritted her teeth, but she nodded. “Yes, father.”

“Good girl.” He said, patting her hair.

Walking away from her, Janice watched her father, and she twisted her hands together. She didn’t know what to do. Although all her escape plans were in her head, she doubted she could go far before he found her again. Moreover, all she was doing was because of Annalise.

Since she was the older twin, she needed to do everything to keep her safe. Yet, she doubted there was anything she could do.

A while later, Janice went to the shopping mall as she needed some groceries. Also, she wanted to escape her father’s ranting and the nonstop evil plan he was trying to make her partook in.

Janice glanced at the list she carried with her. Shopping was one of the things she loathed doing, even in the De Luca household. She didn’t enjoy the eyes of people on her. Currently, a boy and a girl were pointing at her and whispering nonstop.

Janice assumed it was due to the disguise she had donned. She didn’t want to be recognised, so she used a mask to cover her face, and a hoodie was on top of her head.

“Excuse me!”

Janice jumped and sidestepped the girl in front of her, and she was lucky to have avoided hitting her.

Her eyes widened as they stayed on hers.

Fuck, it was Alessia. What was she doing here?!

Janice’s eyes flicked around; she searched the giant mall for Sandro and heaved a breath as she didn’t see his wicked-looking Cadillac anywhere nor any of the De Luca household cars to have signified anyone of them were present.

Janice furrowed her brows as Alessia passed by her. For one, she was glad Alessia didn’t recognise her, but then she couldn’t help but wonder why she was in the mall by herself, flanked by two hostile bodyguards.

Did she escape? Just as Arabella did?

Janice couldn’t figure out what was happening but needed answers. Yet, she wondered where she could get it. She wasn’t on speaking terms with anyone. Maybe Annalise could tell her what she wanted, but she didn’t wish for her location to be known. And asking Francis was the last thing she’d do.

She sighed and finished picking up what she needed before going home, hoping to get answers soon.

Janice finished her chores as usual before slipping out of the house. Her father had retired for the night. He was a heavy sleeper and wouldn’t be aware of anything until the morning came.

But any slight movement could keep him awake. Moreover, she added something to the tea he had taken to prevent that from happening.

Janice heaved a breath and pulled the hoodie she donned atop her head.

She needed a clear head. Staying indoors was already making her feel as though she was confined in a tight container. Although the house was big enough, she was getting claustrophobic.

She rubbed her palms together and brought them to her mouth, blowing hot air on them; she stuck them into the hoodie’s pocket.

Outside was cold than she imagined. But then, it was during winter, and she wasn’t expecting much.

Her eyes darted around as she walked. Occasionally she stopped to see if she was being followed. Somehow, she felt like someone was watching her.

The shoppers were gone due to the extreme weather, and only a few people were out.

Janice stopped in her track and tilted her head. Her ears perked up, and she narrowed her eyes as she felt whoever it was approaching her.

She clutched the pocket knife she often carried about in case she was too slow to shift. She could use it to incapacitate the attacker before transforming into her wolf form.

Slowly as the figure approached, Janice’s hand tightened on the plastic handle of the knife, and she heaved a frosty breath.

She turned and pointed the knife at the figure.

“It’s me!”

Janice shuddered as her eyes collided with Alessia’s.

Janice staggered backwards and glanced around frantically in search of the hefty men that often followed her about.

But she found none. Were they hiding and waiting for the right time to attack? How did she find her and…

Janice’s head reeled. She was going to get taken. She shouldn’t have gone outside, but could that have made Alessia unable to find her? Because it looked as though she had been watching her for a long time.