Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Arabella and Orga faced each other within the confines of the dimly lit cave, their eyes locking in a fierce stare, the palpable tension thick between them.

Arabella’s hair whipped around her face in the wind as she raised her hand, invoking her wind powers. Beams of seven different hues shot forth from her fingertips, illuminating the cave in a dazzling spectacle of light. The grandeur of the scene stood in stark contrast to the hostility radiating from the two of them.

A smirk played across Arabella’s lips, her confidence stemming from her mastery of all seven aura powers. She had no hesitation in utilizing any of them against Orga.

Conversely, Orga narrowed his eyes, his own white beams emanating from his palms, crackling with energy. Yet, deep down, he acknowledged that his powers paled compared to Arabella’s. Despite this realization, he remained tenacious in his decision to engage her in battle, even if it meant preventing her departure.

Circling each other warily, Arabella and Orga awaited the other’s decisive move. In an abrupt motion, Arabella propelled herself forward, unleashing a torrent of red beams at Orga. He barely managed to evade her assault, his white beams struggling to match her onslaught.

Arabella, however, was just beginning her display of power. Transitioning to her orange beams, Orga’s anxiety surged as he recognized the extent of his disadvantage. He retaliated with his own, but they dissipated harmlessly against Arabella’s abundant shields.

With a fervent cry, Arabella shifted to her third power level, the blue beams. Orga attempted to evade, but his agility fell short. The rays struck him squarely in the chest, sending him hurtling backward in a flurry of dust and debris.

“Your powers pale in comparison to mine,” Arabella declared with a smug smile, observing Orga’s difficult attempt to regain his footing.

A moment of silence hung in the air as Arabella watched Orga struggle to rise. She discerned the fear within his eyes, a fleeting pang of sympathy gripping her briefly. Swiftly, she suppressed this sentiment, acutely aware of the necessity to remain attentive, her guard impenetrable.

Arabella unleashed her yellow beams, the fifth level of power. Orga cried out in pain as he was struck once again, his own beams flickering and fading away.

“Bella, you need to stop,” Blaze said, seeing the fury in her eyes.

“This is just a warning; do not ever try to stop me!” Arabella said, unleashing her next attack: her indigo aura beam.

The cave lit up in a burst of light as the indigo beam struck Orga, blasting him backward in a burst of smoke and flame. The force of the blast created shockwaves that shook the ground beneath them, and the echoes of the attack lingered in the air for a full minute.

When the smoke cleared, Arabella stood alone, victorious. She raised her arms in triumph, a triumphant smile on her face as she basked in the glow of her victory. Basking in this moment of triumph, Arabella couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in her abilities. She had worked hard to master all seven of her aura powers, which had paid off. Seeing Orga on the floor, Arabella couldn’t wait to have her enemy in that same position – Sandro.

Blaze was stunned as he watched everything unfold before his eyes. He had never seen Arabella in such action before, and the sight left him speechless. He saw a side of her he had never witnessed before fierce, powerful, and determined to win. He couldn’t believe the level of power she had amassed, but at the same time, he felt proud of her.

Meanwhile, Thalia was equally surprised and horrified as she watched the fight. Arabella was not only a queen, but she also possessed incredible powers. Thalia was left with countless questions swirling in her head. Where did Arabella acquire such skills? When did she develop them? The more she thought, the more confused she became. However, her thoughts were interrupted when Arabella spoke, bringing her back to the present moment.

Arabella crossed her arms, watching Orga struggle amidst the rumble.

“Are you going to let me leave the cave now?” Arabella demanded, her voice laced with irritation.

“No,” Orga groaned, wincing in pain as he leaned against a nearby wall for support. “I won’t let you leave, My Queen. Defeating me doesn’t mean anything. You have to stay.”

Arabella’s fists clenched at her sides, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Orga. She couldn’t believe his audacity in trying to keep her captive after she had already bested him in battle.

“Open the door now,” Arabella ordered her voice firm.

Orga shook his head, his breath too labored to utter another word, but Arabella could see the resistance and reluctance playing on his features.

“Open the damn doors, Orga. That’s an order from your queen!” Arabella’s words carried more vigor as she declared them in an angry command. She was not about to let Orga keep her prisoner any longer.

Orga was nervous about granting Arabella’s request, but he knew disobeying her was not an option. He moved cautiously as he went to the door, his wounded leg causing him to limp. He swung it open, revealing the uncharted territory that lay beyond. Arabella shot him a withering glare, which Orga interpreted as a warning.

As she marched past him, Orga couldn’t help but call out to her in concern. “Please be careful, my queen. There could be potential danger lurking outside this cave,” he rasped through the pain in his voice.

Arabella stopped abruptly, turning her gaze toward him with an expression of contempt. “I don’t need your concern, Orga. If I could defeat you with ease, then what makes you think anything else would be a challenge?” she sneered.

Blaze recognized Arabella’s frustration and stepped in to diffuse the situation. “We must remain careful, Bella. He is right; there might be danger out there.”

Arabella huffed but said nothing else, then continued her way out of the cave, with Blaze following behind.

She and Blaze made their way through the woods; she was relieved to be out of that cave finally and to take a breather. Being behind those rocky walls had become boring.

However, Arabella couldn’t shake the thought of her long-lost twin sister and secretly hoped they might stumble upon each other here. That was the only reason she wanted out; she couldn’t have just beaten up Orga for anything.

Arabella believed she had sensed her twin, or at least she thought she had. She had felt a calling, an inexplicable connection.

“It’s refreshing to be out here,” Blaze sighed.

“Do you think we should start planning our wedding?” Arabella teased.

Blaze laughed. “I think we should wait until we’ve solved all our current problems until this cave is behind us, and until everything finds peace.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Arabella rolled her eyes. “Details, details, details,” she said, and Blaze chuckled. “I just want to call you mine already.”

Blaze couldn’t help but laugh at her playful demeanor, but his expression quickly turned more serious as he took her hand in his. “Arabella, you are mine,” he said firmly. “You don’t need a ring or a ceremony to prove that. You are mine, and I am yours, and that’s all that matters, baby.”

“Oh, I know,” she said with a grin. “But let a girl dream a little, will you?”

“Okay, love. Dream all you want,” Blaze said.

Arabella knew that, even without a ring or a ceremony, they definitely had something special between them.

Suddenly, she froze in her tracks. Her eyes locked onto something in the distance, and Blaze noticed the sudden change in her demeanor. He followed her gaze, only to see two women approaching them. However, his eyes also widened when he recognized the identity of the two women.

“Holy shit!” Arabella exclaimed in utter shock.

Janice and Alessia were bottomless in conversation and hadn’t noticed Blaze and Arabella. It was only when Arabella had exclaimed that they snapped out of their conversation. Alessia’s eyes focused on Arabella, and the two took in each other’s striking similarities. Their jaws dropped in shock as they realized how much they looked alike. They both pointed at each other, unable to believe their eyes.

“You’re me!” they exclaimed in unison.

The resemblance between the two women was uncanny, from their long white hair to their delicate facial features.

As they stood there, staring at each other in disbelief, the thick woods surrounding them seemed to fade into the background. At that moment, there were just the two of them, united by an unexpected coincidence.

“Alessia… that is your name, right?” Arabella muttered in a soft tone to herself, barely able to contain the excitement surging through her body at the sight of her twin sister, whom she believed must have been separated from at birth.

But her joy was short-lived. Before she could even step toward her sister, a strong pair of hands seized her and flung her backward with alarming force. She hit the ground hard, disoriented, and in pain. Slowly rising to her feet, she tried to make sense of what had just happened.

To her surprise, it wasn’t Alessia standing before her. Her eyes widened, and she gasped, frightened by his unexpected presence.

“Surprise, surprise,” Sandro said, squatting in front of her, a smirk on his lips as he casually twirled a strand of her hair around his fingers. “Did you miss me, Tesoro?”