Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“Alpha Sandro might get mad if you continue doing that.”

Alpha?

He was a werewolf, Alessia mused. Although she had been told long ago she was from a supernatural lineage, none of her family practised magic.

It was said to be dangerous. And her parents never mentioned the kind of supernatural creature she had come from.

Also, she was told her powers, not only hers, but everyone had been locked to mingle freely with a human because they were dangerous.

Alessia didn’t mind because she believed she was human throughout her life, and nothing would change it. Not even the revelation of her being powerful.

But now, she wished she had researched, asked more questions and found a way to unlock her powers whilst keeping it a secret from her parents.

The powers would have come in handy. And the bastard currently keeping her wouldn’t have had the nerves to.

Moreover, the bitch in front of her; seemed like her patience was running thin, and she’d do anything other than watch over her.

Not like she needed watching over, anyway.

“Are you even listening?”

“I’m not obligated to listen to you, Miss.” Alessia snapped.

“It’s Janice.” Janice supplied with a smile. “And I like it that you are aggressive even in the most difficult of situations. You are just like her.”

“Like who?” Alessia was curious.

She recalled what Sandro had said about killing her twin. Also, the kind of glance everyone had been shooting her as if she had fallen from the sky.

The only person that looked at her naturally was Blaze. But she hadn’t got the time to talk to him. Also, he seemed more likeable and more relaxed than the rest.

“And your face reminds me of her. Did I tell you how I loathe seeing that face so much? I wish I could claw your eyes out. But, he might not spare me.” Janice glared.

Janice remembered the threat Sandro had issued. Yes, she got him offended most times and got away with it. But she doubted if she harmed Alessia, he’d set her free this time.

Alessia seemed like a prized possession to him, and he had promised to kill her.

Janice wasn’t looking forward to that yet. She had a lot of things to do, and not when her plan was already going great. She didn’t want to mess it up.

“My twin?” Alessia asked.

Janice’s head snapped to her. She tilted her brows, “Arabella is your twin?”

Her name was Arabella, Alessia mused. She wondered if the other woman looked so much like her as they said, and she thought of what had happened to her as well.

Alessia believed Arabella wasn’t in the villa.

“I asked, is Arabella, your twin?” Janice questioned.

“I don’t know who she is. I only asked when people keep talking about us being twins.”

Janice rolled her eyes. For a second, she thought she would finally do something great. At least, if she got hold of where the bitch had run to, it’d distract Sandro from her plans.

She narrowed her eyes at Alessia for a while and wondered if she didn’t honestly know who Arabella was. They looked almost the same, and there was no way people could look like that without being related.

“I want to see who she is. I mean, I looked like her, right?”

“You are her,” Janice said. “A replica but with a different hair colour.”

Janice took out her phone and swiped at it. She placed it on Alessia’s lap, and the latter frowned, assessing the picture.

Alessia gasped. They were right; Arabella could easily be mistaken for her. She could have easily been her sister-a long-lost twin.

But that wasn’t the reason she looked startled.

She had seen Arabella’s picture in the cellar. At first, Alessia had assumed she was the one until she was told she wasn’t.

Fuck. Who was she?

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Blaze tucked his hand into the pant he donned and walked towards the room Arabella had used before. He stayed by the door and heaved a breath before letting it out slowly.

Her scent was still present in the house. It was that strong, and it was what even pulled him closer to her.

Aside from that, her scent was mixed with a new one.

It was lemon, lavender and not like anything he had perceived before. It was weird.

But he was glad it didn’t stir his wolf. He thought of what would happen if it did.

The door swung open, giving him a start. He turned, and his eyes collided with icy blue orbs-Alessia.

A small smile tugged at the corner of her cherry-coloured lips and button nose, which were the same as Arabella’s crinkled.

Alessia frowned and folded her arms across her chest.

Fuck, she was hot. Her chest, compared to Arabella’s, was enormous. Even though she was on the smaller side, perhaps an inch shorter than Arabella, she had curves in several places he didn’t imagine.

Blaze’s fingers itched as the desire to feel her satiny skin flood into him.

He wrinkled his nose and shook his head. She wasn’t Arabella. He shouldn’t stare at her in that manner, but he couldn’t help himself.

He didn’t know what was happening, but he believed it wasn’t good and he shouldn’t be in her presence.

Blaze strode away from her and halted as he heard her voice.

“Blaze?”

He stilled. She sounded like Arabella. But she had an Italian accent which Arabella barely had.

Blaze turned, furrowing his brows. His eyes narrowed as he stared at her.

“I… I just…” Alessia flushed. She didn’t know why he was staring at her as if he’d pull out her head if given the opportunity, but she needed to get it over with.

He had helped her, and she needed to appreciate it.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Blaze was the only one receptive to her in the house, whereas everyone else saw her as a tool for an experiment.

“Thank you,” Alessia murmured and doubted if he had heard her.

“For?”

Alessia grimaced. It was awkward; she hadn’t imagined it to be. She tilted her head to stare at him because he was far taller than she was.

“For helping me. I mean, you are the only one…”

“Save it,” Blaze said, cutting her off. He glanced at her briefly before striding down the hall.

The last thing he needed was a conversation between him and the tool.

He believed Sandro had been right about him putting his heart into all he did. Blaze was aware it would only hurt him. But he always did it anyway.

Yet, he didn’t want to get closer to the new girl. He had a strange feeling about her. He didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t like it.

“What an asshole.” Alessia scowled at where Blaze was a while ago.

Then she went back inside her room, slamming the door shut.