Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“Don’t make this worse than it seems.” Blaze said. He stared at Janice as she glared at him and then at Thalia.

“Just let it go.”

Thalia shrugged her hand off. “Why do you keep moving around brats? At first, it’s the bitch in a coma, then this…” She wrinkled her nose. “This omega in front of me.”

“Omega is a werewolf too,” Janice said.

“Talk about the slaves and lowlifes.” Beamed Thalia. “And you omega shouldn’t talk to me because I am way above you.”

“Thalia,” Blaze mumbled as Janice stepped towards him. The last thing he wanted was for everything to get dirty.

“Just because you fuck the Alpha doesn’t mean you are above anyone.”

“What did you just say?”

“Everyone knows about you fucking the Alpha. Your annoying voice keeps us awake all night!”

Thalia narrowed her eyes and moved towards Janice. She didn’t believe what she was saying because Sandra’s room was soundproof. There was no way she could have heard all the things she says whilst he was inside her.

She flushed and bit her tongue before glaring at Janice.

“At least he wants me and we both enjoy fucking each other. You should look for someone interested in you and stop pushing yourself on my brother. He doesn’t want you and you should know I’ll never allow whatever sick thoughts you have in your head about him!”

“I don’t believe you enjoy being a bedwarmer or a replacement?” Janice taunted.

As both drew night each other, Blaze held out his hand. “Stop it.”

“Fuck off.” Thalia glared at him, slapping his hand away. “I freaking want to smack her face and break her stupid perfect nose.”

Janice scoffed. “And you think I’d watch you do so to me? This omega doesn’t let anyone tramples over her and leave the same way.”

“Please, Thalia, just let it go. Don’t let this escalate into something else.”

Despite the plea, Thalia shoved him sideways. “Tell your whore she needs to learn how to watch her tongue. And stop telling me to stop because she’s the wrong one!”

“You should learn how to watch yours first.” Janice shot back.

“What’s going on here?” Thalia swirled and walked past Blaze into Sandro’s arms.

“It’s your Beta’s bitch trying to take a jibe at me.”

“I guess both of you are alike after all,” Janice muttered to herself but Blaze heard her.

His body stiffened as Sandro walked into the room, he gripped Janice’s hand, standing in front of her protectively.

He saw the twinkle in Thalia’s eyes and he scowled.

She was enjoying everything. Now he believed what Arabella said about her being manipulative.

Janice gripped the hand of Blaze’s leather jacket and her skin tingled at the contact of his fingers with her bare skin.

She grimaced and flushed as heat flooded inside her. Also, she felt her core beginning to dampen.

She tried to move away from him to alleviate the desire building inside of her as she knew he wouldn’t accept to bed her, but he pulled her into him more and she let out a sigh.

Her nipples tingled and she concentrated on what was happening rather than on the feel of his hand on her.

“I didn’t know you were fucking her.”

Blaze continued glaring but said nothing. Janice snorted. “is that the story she told you? I can’t believe you let this whore play with your head all the time. Where is your sense of reasoning? Oh, perhaps, you flushed it down the drain.”

“Hush.” Blaze rasped and she shrug. “He deserves to hear that and more. He’s been behaving like an ass for a while and no one seems to tell him the truth.”

“He’s been an ass for as long as I remember and you saying anything won’t make him try to change, you’ll only get punished.

Sandro left Thalia’s side and stepped towards Janice. Blaze got in between and he held out his hand.

“move.” Sandro halted in front of him.

“she smacked her head somewhere. She doesn’t know what she is saying.”

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Blaze shot Thalia a dirty look and she shrugged.

He sighed. “Please Sandro, I think she is the least of your problem. You should…”

Blaze grunted as he got shoved backwards. Sandro yanked Janice’s hand, slamming her into the wall and before Blaze could get to her, he pinned her hand with his elbow.

Sandro sneered. “Don’t tempt me.”

“And you’d do what?”

“You want to see what I can do?”

His eyes twinkled as she nodded.

“No.” Blaze shook his head. “She’s kidding.”

Sandro ignored him and he clasped her neck. His hand tightened around it. “Taking you as a little sister doesn’t mean I can’t kill you. Anyone who goes against me means he or she is ready to leave the pack.”

Janice coughed. Her eyes bulged and she opened her mouth to allow air in. “Just fucking kill me.”

“Ugh. Annoying bitch.” Sandro said after a while. He shoved her sideways and Blaze caught her before she could hit the wall.

“Clean up, you have some work to do in the warehouse.” He said. “Come on.” He grasped Thalia’s hand striding out of the room.

“Are you okay?” Blaze mumbled, touching her neck.

He retracted his hand as she winced.

“Come on.” He helped her up and sat her on the chair. “I told you not to get him mad. He could have killed you or worse, harmed you more than this.”

“But he didn’t.” She said. “I knew he can’t kill me.”

Blaze shook his head. “You are just like Arabella. Both of you never listen and prefer to be dead. I fucking hate it.”

Janice smiled as she glimpsed the worried look on his face. Blaze was worried about her. She thought he didn’t care but she believed he didn’t have the same feelings he had for Arabella for her.

Nevertheless, he felt for her and she couldn’t ask for more.

At the moment, it was enough and better than nothing.