Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Thalia stepped towards Blaze’s room. It was the second time she was going there today, but he wasn’t anywhere to be found. She had discretely asked the other werewolves in the pack about his whereabouts, but none were sure where he went. And most answers were he was on patrol.

Even Sandro was sure he was on patrol.

But Thalia knew otherwise. She had freaking gone to where he went on patrol to discuss with him, and she saw no one. Not even his scent lingered around to signify he had come.

Whilst she asked the other guard, he told her he had come. She figured out all was a lie and he was protecting him.

Thalia wondered about the kind of relationship they had, as he had even sworn that he was there.

She stepped into his room and glanced around. Her eyes narrowed as she glimpsed a red scarf. Walking towards it, she yanked it off where he had hidden it, and she grimaced.

It reeks of Arabella scents. And it was as if he had just brought it in.

Blaze knew where Arabella was. He had fucking made her escape, and he must have been seeing her in private.

That little whore!

Thalia seethed. She was mad at Blaze’s inability to let go of Arabella. Arabella was a fucking bane to him and could get him killed.

Yet, he never heeded what she said. He always did his thing and didn’t mind being killed. All for a little powerless human!

Thalia wished she had killed her the last time herself. When she saw her helpless in the dungeons after being tortured, she should have done something to end her life.

Now, she would ruin Blaze and make him suffer the same fate as her. As if he hadn’t suffered enough.

Thalia shredded the fabric and tossed it in the trashcan before wiping her hands. The last thing she needed was to have Arabella’s scent on her, implicating herself.

She ran into Sandro as soon as she stepped out and flashed him a smile.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, accepting her embrace. He kissed her briefly on the lip before staring into her eyes.

“You asked me to come, remember?”

“I did, but you just stepped out of Blaze’s room. Am I wrong?”

“I didn’t.” Thalia lied. “I rounded the corner and got startled as soon as you appeared.”

Sandro nodded and kneaded his temple. “Where the hell is Blaze? This headache is getting worse.”

He shut his eyes briefly before opening them.

And Thalia frowned. “Is there something I can do? You don’t sound as though you were sick when you called earlier. I’d have gotten some pills for you.”

“Only Blaze can. And yes, I was fine until that whore’s location was revealed. Also, the headache is something reoccurring and will disappear as soon as I take my shot.”

The whore…? Thalia’s frown deepened. “Do you mean Arabella?”

Sandro nodded. “Someone had helped her escape because I heard she was sometimes visited. She lives far north.”

“Far north?” Thalia repeated, and Sandro scowled at her.

“Will you quit repeating what I say? It’s adding to what I feel at the moment.”

Thalia flashed him an apologetic smile and helped him towards his room.

“I am perfectly fine.” He shoved her away as soon as they got to the door. “I just need you or anyone to find Blaze.”

Thalia nodded. She watched him walk indoors and clenched her fists. She knew where Blaze had gone to. Also, she was aware he had gone to take Arabella away from where ever he hid her since her location was known.

“The idiot will get himself killed if he keeps acting in this manner.” She walked away from the door.

Thalia knew where far north was and the building where Arabella had been in. She’d start her search from there.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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Thalia frowned as she glanced around the large building. She stepped inside, using her nose to lead her. Arabella’s scent was all over the house, and so was Blaze’s. Yes, he had masked his scent so no one would know he was behind all that was happening. But she was his sister.

She knew how he smelt like, masked or not.

She booted the door to the room. It was just as it was. The building was originally their grandmother’s, and they had been tempted to give it up after werewolves began to terrorise them.

They weren’t just terrorising them, but also they asked to hand over Blaze due to his unique bloodline.

Thalia hadn’t inherited the gene of their father. She had only inherited the werewolf gene of her mother and the human side of one of her ancestors.

However, Blaze had inherited their father’s genes.

It was not easy to keep him when it was found. Initially, people with such bloodline were meant to be killed as soon as they were born, or if they were kept by their parents and later found out when grown up, they’d be thrown into the evil of all evil forest. He’d die in excruciating pain. It was said in the forest, there was a demon eater that fed on children with demon blood. Any other people could go in and out successfully except for demons.

Until their parents’ death, they did all they could to keep him safe even as he attracted demons to himself, making him vulnerable to the demon hunters.

Their grandmother had taken them after their parent’s death, and the same process of them being on the run started over again. Hence, she went to a sorceress to suppress the demon side.

Thalia doubted the magic lasted even though it was said to be for eternity. Yet, with the many things Blaze said he kept seeing and feeling, she believed it was coming back. In no time, they’d be on their trail.

She wondered why he had never thought of such before going with Arabella, who made him even more powerless.

“I’m going to kill the bitch myself,” Thalia said, stepping out the door.

She presumed they left not long ago. However, she didn’t know where they were anymore. She only prayed the moon goddess kept him safe and made Blaze return to her in one piece.

She preferred them to be on the run and alive rather than dead.