Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Sandro wondered how many more people would betray him. John, Arabella’s father, was a trusted man in the gang, and he had betrayed him, getting his mother and mate killed in the process.

He was only eighteen years old when it happened. And now, ten years after his father’s death and eight years after his mother’s, he was in the presence of another betrayer.

Ezra was the son of the Alpha of the attacker pack.

Sandro believed he should have known what he was up to, but then his naivety was used against him.

Even if he did know about it, he didn’t think his younger self would have read any meaning to him being an enemy. He only wanted to make friends, and Ezra had been available.

“I saw you died,” Sandro mumbled. He didn’t know how Ezra had gotten resurrected, but he was sure he did die.

“Oh, that’s what you call magic and some acting. I insulted your intelligence. Didn’t I?” Ezra chuckled.

His laughter started irritating Sandro, and he wished he could shove him into the wall and snap his neck. Then pull out his heart after torturing him.

However, he was bounded. He had been fucking placed in chains!

Then he remembered Thalia as he glimpsed her scarf lying on the floor.

“Where’s Thalia? What have you done to her? I swear by the moon goddess; I’ll kill you myself this time.”

Ezra scoffed. “Just for a woman that means nothing to you?”

Sandro glared and grunted. “You don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Anyway, she’s doing fine, although acting like a witch herself.” Ezra winced and tilted his shirt. “She did this. Might I ask, where did you get her?!”

Sandro shook his head and chuckled despite the situation he was in. “She never disappoints.”

“You think so?”

Sandro shrugged. “I know so. Thalia is…”

“Drag out the bitch by her hair!” Ezra growled, cutting off his word.

Sandro stood to his feet and yanked at the chain around him. His eyes narrowed as Thalia was shoved into the opening.

“Leave her be!” Sandro barked.

“Sandro!” Thalia gasped out. She stumbled to the ground, and her knee grazed the soft earth.

She moaned as she felt it bruise, and her eyes flickered to Sandro as she heard his voice.

“I’ll kill you all for hurting her!”

“I wouldn’t result to threat if I were you. You never know what will happen to you next…”Ezra trailed off, tapping his hand on his chin. “Five minutes is a lot of time. How about you start saying goodbye to each other?”

Sandro gritted his teeth. “I’m warning you, Ezra! Not a hair on her body should be touched.”

“That, I can’t promise you,” Ezra said. He walked towards Thalia and leaned into her. “Why don’t you cooperate with us except if you wish to see your Alpha go up in flames…”

Thalia shuddered. She didn’t know exactly where they were, but by the look of things, the pack leader in front of her wasn’t bluffing.

As soon as she separated from Sandro, she was tossed into a dark dungeon. She hadn’t seen much despite having keen eyesight. She didn’t know what lurked in the dark dungeon, but she felt it.

It made her frightened and shook her to the core. Thalia didn’t see herself going back there. Also, she didn’t see Sandro being killed in front of her. It was the last thing she could imagine.

They were outnumbered, and all the pack members she had come with were nowhere to be found. So, there was no saving her.

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“What just happened?” Arabella blinked as soon as the white light vanished.

“A powerful witch displaced the world setting,” Orga said grimly.

Arabella turned to him with a frown. “What do you mean by displacing?”

“Location switching. The witch must have sensed danger and had moved the trouble away from the prize. However, only a powerful witch can do this.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Arabella nodded. She was still confused. However, she didn’t know what to say. A witch had switched the location of where Sandro was, she should be glad, but somehow, she wasn’t.

It felt as though it was more trouble to have moved him to another location, whereas what needed to be done could have happened sooner than later.

“What’s the prize, and why was it done?” Blaze asked, getting Arabella attention.

She walked towards him and gripped his hand. Blaze did the same and pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her.

All that didn’t go unnoticed by Orga, but he commented not on it. “I suspect the coven must have noticed the shift in the atmosphere. If it weren’t done, the prize would be killed even before the prophecy came to a past. Everything is happening for a reason.”

“The prize…”

“You have always been the prize,” Orga said. “You are the chosen one, the phoenix queen and the moon goddess blessed descendant. Arabella, you have what the enemy is looking for, and you must be guarded at all costs.”

Arabella heaved a breath. “I feel this is getting weirder by the day. Why do I keep getting different titles added to me?”

“It’s not just any title, Arabella. You were blessed. The blessed of the twin, and you’ve been chosen by the goddess even before birth. You are the world’s redemption and shouldn’t be taken from us under our noses.”

“I’m still confused,” Arabella mumbled.

“It’s normal to be.” Orga shrugged.

She nodded and murmured. “Everything is happening so fast. And I am curious as to why all was kept from me until now.”

“Your father did a good thing to have kept you away from evil eyes until his demise. And you should remember the location he sent you to was where we should have taken you, but the enemy got there before us.”

“Phoenix, don’t hurt people on purpose. We were planning the perfect time to take you back, but all were for the prophecy to be fulfilled.”

Arabella rolled her eyes. Everything he was saying was absurd. She was taken by Sandro and almost tortured to death. All were for the stupid prophecy to come to pass.

Now was her chance to avenge Sandro, but he was taken away so the fucking prophecy would pass!

She turned to Orga and glared at him, but he shrugged again.

“You should concentrate on getting out your powers. Anything can happen, and waiting for that to happen when you are powerless will be ludicrous. Moreover, you must take over the throne as soon as possible and free us.”

Arabella sighed. For someone just knowing about her authentic self, she sure had a lot of jobs to handle. She didn’t know how she’d go about it, but she believed with Blaze beside her, it would go smoothly.