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A lot of things were wrong with today. Aside from Allesia and Janice’s mysterious disappearance, Blaze was nowhere to be found.

He had literally searched for him everywhere but couldn’t seem to know where he had been to.

Not even his Alpha to Beta mind link worked. It was as if he was sucked into a hole where a signal couldn’t be gotten.

The worst of it all was he was going to rage.

“This has the worst timing ever,” Sandro growled, clutching his palpitating chest.

He staggered towards the bags filled with blood he had taken from Allesia and tore it open, drinking from it.

Sandro jerked and gritted his teeth as the blood seemed to quench his thirst momentarily. But that was all.

It was as if the more he drank, the thirstier he was.

He glared at the three blood bags he had emptied, but yet, he was still very much hungry.

He clutched his stomach and gasped as he felt a twinge.

The door opened, and he stared towards it. Thalia stood at the entrance.

“I couldn’t reach him.” She said.

Sandro heard the frustration in her voice. It was as if she was the most affected by his disappearance, whereas he was the one.

“Whatever he gave you to calm you down, I can’t find it either,” Thalia said.

“Son of a bitch” Sandro clenched his hands and groaned.

“What do we do?” Thalia asked. Her brows were scrunched up.

“Stay away from me,” Sandro said as she tried to move closer.

“I can’t.” She muttered.

“Stay the fuck away!” He barked as he felt the familiar rush of energy surge through him.

Thalia backed away towards the door, wiping at the tears beginning to slide down her cheeks.

Her body trembled as she watched helplessly.

Sandro had run to the corner of the room where the restrain he often used to hold himself in place whenever he was about to transform into his beastly self.

He wrapped the chain about himself and glanced towards Thalia. “I told you to fucking stay away!”

“I can’t.” She bit her quivering lip. “Tell me, is there a particular blood or shot that needs to be gotten? I can go to the Rosette…”

“Don’t,” Sandro growled. It was too dangerous. Thalia going to the enemy’s side when he knew they were about to attack was a suicidal mission.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Despite his feelings for Thalia, he wouldn’t want her to hurt herself.

“I can help you. I don’t need to go there myself.” Thalia said. “Is it a certain smell it something? It seemed normal blood don’t work for it.”

Smell? Sandro pondered. He tried to recall if there was any scent associated with the shot he was often given.

“Vanilla and Strawberry.” He said.

“Vanilla and Strawberry? Isn’t that the bitch scent?”

“Arabella,” Sandro mumbled. That was the only person he knew with that scent. The scent that had often driven him crazy when she was near and simultaneously calmed him when he was going into a rampage.

Was Arabella a cure for him?

Sandro shook his head. Despite the raging thought running around in his mind, he knew he couldn’t be far from the truth.

Arabella was his cure. She was Delicate Rose. And not Allesia.

Fuck, he recalled it now.

How had he not known it before? Perhaps, it was because he was blinded by revenge and the need to do what her father had done to him.

Sandro glared as Thalia stepped closer. “It’s Vanilla and Strawberry. I don’t know whoever got that smell, but the only person that does is nowhere to be found.”

Also, Sandro realised when he was with Arabella, whilst she was under his roof, he hardly had any attack. Except when she left the first time and now this. Somehow being in her presence seemed to make all his worries vanish. He wished he had realised this before now.

At least he’d keep her closer a lot longer than he intended.

“Wait for me.” Said Thalia as she moved towards the door. “I’ll get one as soon as I can.”

“Don’t die.” Sandro rasped. Although within him, he wished she could get what he needed and be saved, he didn’t know what to think.

And Blaze… He couldn’t think of where he had gone, but he sure hoped he would be getting here as soon as he could.

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Thalia strode into the large facility with ease. A smile splattered on her face, and it ached. She didn’t want to look overly suspicious as the guard from before had asked several questions which could blow her cover. But somehow, she had answered all. And now he was at her back, perhaps acting as a chaperone.

Thalia only wanted to get the fucking cure and leave the facility as soon as possible. However, it seemed as though everything she did to dodge him was futile.

She turned to the security guard and flashed him a smile, as she didn’t know where he was taking her.

“Move along, Miss.”

Thalia frowned. She narrowed her eyes at him as she glimpsed the glint in his eyes.

At first, she had assumed his grim expression meant he was trying to help her but looking at him closely; it seemed there was something else in his eyes.

She couldn’t fathom it, but she knew it wasn’t good. As they rounded the corner, from the corner of her eyes, Thalia realised they were the only ones around the vicinity, and there wasn’t any camera in sight.

As soon as the door closed, she shoved him and placed him in a headlock. “Now, tell me, what the hell are you up to? It doesn’t look as if you are about to help me.”

He chuckled and tilted his hands in the air. “I’m Elisha.”

Thalia glared at him as his grin widened. “Whatever do I need your name for?”

“I know you are Blaze’s sister, and I am here to help you.”