Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Arabella glared at Thalia as she stepped into the room.

“You stupid bitch.” Thalia sneered. “I don’t know what they ever saw in you. A fucking lowly human.”

She moved to grip her hair but Arabella was quick to notice and she slapped her hand away.

“What the fuck is your problem? You don’t just come in here to swear at me and assume whatever you want. I don’t even know what you are talking about!” She slammed back.

“Oh, so now you can curse at me and pretend you are clueless about what I am on about?” Thalia scowled. She twisted her lips in disgust. “I wouldn’t blame you. It’s the men who gave you the audacity to do so.”

“You can cuss and I can’t?” Arabella retorted. She crossed her arms on her chest. “What planet are you from and who the hell do you think you are?”

She was tired of how Thalia treated her. As if she wasn’t human!

She was tired of her nagging and constant accusations.

Moreover, she was tired of her feeling too entitled. She believed all the men were made for her and even stopped her from having a close relationship with her brother.

“Just let me be. I am having a shitty morning already and I don’t want to add your nastiness to top it.”

Thalia stepped forward. “Excuse you, bitch?!”

“I said what I said,” Arabella said. She matched the glare on Thalia’s face with one of her own.

“Stop talking back at me, low life.”

Arabella sighed. She turned to the other side of the bed ignoring her.

“Do not fucking ignore me when I talk to you and you know who I am referring to. You will mean nothing to them. Cole will never like a whore, used by Sandro. And you are just a slave to the Mafia Lord. You mean nothing to him.”

“I do not have such a thing you have in your mind for the people you are talking about. I don’t even like them.” Maybe she liked Blaze, but definitely not Sandro.

And admitting she liked Blaze in front of Thalia was like adding insult to injury.

Moreover, Sandro was the last person she’d ever like as far as she was concerned except she was bewitched.

And he as well had no such feelings for her. He was only using her to kill her afterward. She was counting the days she was under the De Luca roof. It was a surprise she was still alive to witness all that was going on.

“Leave them the fuck alone and stop seeking attention when you are not needed.”

Arabella’s frown deepened and try to understand what she meant by that because she felt nothing for both men. Maybe Blaze but she was unsure of her feelings for him.

Thalia told her she was a sex toy and that was what she was meant to be. A daughter of a betrayer and a toy to be used.

Tired of hearing about her father being a betrayer without having enough reason Arabella jetted out of bed about to attack but Sandro opened the door and Thalia let out an ear-splitting screen whilst holding her face.

Sandro narrowed his eyes as he took the stance Arabella was in. He turned to Thalia and tilted his head.

“See what the witch you brought in did to me?! What did you see in her? Why not kill her straight away?!” She shouted, pointing to her flushed face.

Arabella scowled. Thalia’s face was red and she could see some scratches on it.

But she knew she didn’t do it. Heck, she never got to her side before Sandro opened the door to the room.

“You did this?” Sandro asked.

“Of course not!” Arabella exclaimed. “I didn’t even get close to wanting to harm her.”

She glared at Thalia who discreetly stuck out her tongue as Sandro wasn’t watching.

“Why should I believe you?” Sandro asked, walking towards her.

Arabella stepped backward, her leg slamming into the leg of the bed and she stumbled into it.

Sandro pinned her to the bed and snarled, “Tell me, Tesoro, why should I believe you?”

Arabella gasped as his hand caressed her cheek and she shuddered. “I didn’t do it.”

“She’s a liar!” Thalia fired. She glared at Arabella. It wasn’t because of what she said but because of the position, she was on the bed with Sandro. It infuriated her.

And the urge to yank Sandro away from her streamed through her. But she could only stand by the door and glower.

Sandro’s lip moved dangerously close to Arabella’s ear. He groaned inwardly as his dick stiffened and his wolf was another thing.

It purred and whimpered as he inhaled her scent.

“Stop it!” Sandro growled.

“Stop what?” Arabella asked. She licked her bottom lip and her gaze flickered to his lips.

It even looked better up close and she couldn’t brush off the thought of it showering wet kisses on her body.

“You feel it too?” Sandro creased his brows searching her face.

“I feel nothing. I just want you to leave me alone. Let me go because I am not my father and I don’t know the agreement you both have between you.”

That snapped something inside Sandro and he was brought back to his senses.

He climbed down from the bed and ran a hand through his air.

She was an enemy. Yet, he didn’t know the reason he was fucking reacting to her. He didn’t know the reason his skin tingled and his heart beat faster in her presence. He didn’t know why he kept on having nasty thoughts about her body.

Although he had fucked her before now, it didn’t stop him from wanting her more.

‘She’s your mate.’ Lace said.

‘She’s a fucking nobody.’ Sandro shouted. He glared at himself through the mirror and winced as he felt a twinge at his side.

And at the same time, Arabella winced, holding her side.

“No!” Sandro shook his head. “This can’t be happening.”

His eyes shot heavenward and he stared at Thalia who had confusion written over her face.

“What is happening?”

Sandro plucked Arabella from the bed and shoved her into the nearest wall.

Arabella winced. “Why are you this violent? I could have broken a rib!”

“What are you doing to me?” He thundered, his eyes flashing golden, earning a whimper from her as he gripped her neck.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“P-Please stop!” She wheezed.

But he didn’t listen. It was as if she was talking to a block of wood.

She yelped as he hauled her and flung her across the room. Arabella moaned when her head smacked into the door.

Her ears rang and she sniffles, trying to shove off the haziness at the back of her eyes.

But it was futile. Blood. The metallic crimson liquid wafted into her nose and her hands tilted to her eyes level.

She widened them as she glimpsed the blood coating her hand.

Then her eyes grew heavy and her head lolled.

“She’s dead?”

That was the last thing she heard before falling unconscious.