Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“Shit!”

They’d go into the main building!

Sandro shoved a hand through his hair as he heard one of his pack members through enhanced hearing.

He hurried through the narrow hallway and booted the door.

An intruder moved past him, yanked him back, shoved him into the wall, and plucked out his heart almost immediately.

Sandro flung his lifeless body across the hall, and he sneered. “I guess he didn’t see that coming.”

Then he turned to the rest, “What are you waiting for? Come at me all at once!”

The attackers stumbled backwards as he decapitated another member from their group head.

Sandro chuckled darkly, and he smeared his lips with the blood in his hand before crouching.

His once sea-green eyes glowed the colour of ember, and he growled.

“Fuck!” a blond from the attacker said. His eyes narrowed, and he staggered backwards as realization dawned on him. “He’s the fucking leader. He’s Black Sandro!”

“What does that mean?”

The blond, Eric, glared at the dark-haired boy, Melvin.

“We are doomed.” A russet-haired boy, Jace, asserted as he sidled to Eric.

They were aware of the reputation of Sandro, although it wasn’t long before they joined the Lycan Night pack.

His name often incited fear, even though they hadn’t seen him. Being up close was a distinct feeling entirely, and Jace wished to be swallowed whole by the ground because, at least, he’d be saved from the cruel fate about to happen to him.

And he was certain if he knew they were coming to attack him, he’d have opted out and not egged them on.

“Oh, gentlemen,” Sandro mumbled. “I think you’d only be doomed and wish you hadn’t come to attack my territory if you didn’t come clean about what brought you here and who sent you to invade my house!”

The trio gazed at each other and creased their brows.

“No one’s talking yet?” Sandro clucked his tongue and snapped his fingers. “I guess you’d prefer to see me in action, then.”

“Good thing I’m here,” Blaze said.

Sandro stared at Blaze, and he nodded before darting forward.

The fight lasted only a few seconds, and Blaze believed even if their number multiplied, it’d be the same.

They weren’t powerful enough, and he was sure only Thalia, even as she didn’t fight all the time, could face them off without a fuss.

A few seconds later, Sandro stopped to assess the lifeless bodies that lay sprawled on the floor. And he realized they had wiped them all out.

His eyes left the bodies, and they flickered to Blaze and then to Thalia.

He narrowed his eyes at her as she wiped off the blood still dripping from her hand.

“Why the fuck are you here? I told you to stay back!” He shouted.

“I’m not a doll!” Thalia glared at him. “Perhaps you can say that to your toy and not me. And you are not my father. Stop telling me what to do and what not.”

“Thalia!” Sandro said in a low voice.

Blaze turned to Thalia, who was nearest to him, and he murmured, “Let it go. Don’t get him angry any further.”

She glared but said nothing. Swirling, she stormed out of the room, leaving Blaze with Sandro.

“Why don’t women ever listen to instructions?! They do their own fucking thing all the damn time!”

“Did you get the information you wanted from them?” Blaze asked, ignoring his outburst.

He moved towards a werewolf whom he believed was still alive and turned him over.

Placing a finger at the pulse near his neck, Blaze shot a look at Sandro.

“His breath is faint.”

“He’s of no use,” Sandro said, removing his revolver.

“No, wait!” Blaze yelled. “We can get some information out of him if we make Francis check him.”

Sandro cocked his gun and pointed it at the head of the man. He released his grip on the trigger and shot him.

“He won’t say shit.” He grunted.

“Bloody hell!” Blaze exclaimed, staggering back. “I could have been dead. You need to warn me!”

“You saw me pull out the gun, and I believed you didn’t think I was going to play with it!”

“SOB,” Blaze mumbled under his breath.

“Let the associate do the clean-up, and we need to meet. There was no way they could have known about her. A spy is in here.”

“They were here for Arabella?” Blaze asked as he stepped out of the room. “What for? She’s done nothing wrong.”

“I don’t know what for, but I overheard one saying she was the Rose.”

“The Rose?” Blaze knitted his brows. “I’m confused here.”

“Well, I am as well.” Sandro retorted.

The Rose was the key to the establishment of the Rosette dynasty. She was a treasure, and through her, they could get a lot of things.

Aside from that, it was said that she was a shield and no supernatural being could penetrate her mind, no matter how hard they tried. Her blood could create armies of extremely powerful hybrids when used with the werewolves’ blood. Also, it contains healing properties.

A lot of people had been looking for The Rose, and none had been able to find her until now.

But it was weird. Arabella couldn’t be the Rose. He was sure of that.

She had no special power, and her father was a nobody. He was a spy and traitor.

He didn’t believe Arabella could have any association with the Rosette household.

“There’s no way she is. That isn’t true.” Blaze said.

Sandro shrugged. He didn’t believe it, either.

Yet, he had some strange feeling in his gut about her.

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“They attacked us today.” Sandro paused. His eyes moved around the large meeting hall, then back to the map on the board.

“By a neighbouring pack. The Lycan Night pack.”

“Lycan Night?” A voice murmured.

“That’s a freaking dangerous pack.”

Blaze nodded. They were lucky they had beaten them without strengthening themselves. The werewolves that were sent were mere recruits and not powerful ones.

“But someone leaked a piece of information out, and that enabled them to infiltrate us unknowingly. We have a spy among us.”

Janice snorted. “Who’s silly enough to be a spy here? Goodness, he or she wants a death wish!”

She creased her brows and stared at Francis.

“What?” she mouthed.

“Are you alright?” Francis asked. He stared at his fingers and at her again.

“Of course.” Janice rolled her eyes. “I don’t think it’s time for us to discuss. We need to concentrate on what is going on.”

Francis nodded, but he continued to watch her, even without saying anything to her.

“I’d like everyone in the pack to keep watching. Especially the guards. I want the freaking spy revealed in less than twenty-four hours.”

“Noted, Signore.”

“Besides, I’d like to take back my identity as the Alpha henceforth. Notwithstanding, I’m still the boss of this gang, and anyone who goes against me…” Sandro paused.

He made sure they each were staring at him.

“You know what will happen.” He chuckled.

Everyone chuckled as well, except Blaze, who didn’t find it funny because he knew underneath the smile on Sandro’s face was a dangerous man.

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An hour later, Sandro stared at Blaze as he stepped into the meeting room again. He slanted his head and tilted his brow. “Any progress.”

“None yet,” Blaze mumbled. “But I’m certain we’ll get him or her soon.”

Sandro let out a breath. “Goodness, I’ll fucking snap her neck or break his fucking balls!”

He stood up and stepped towards the door. “Watch more. They should catch anyone acting suspicious!”

He left the room, leaving Blaze to himself.

“Arabella is Rose? Rose from the Rosette family? How possible is that?”

Blaze mused. He furrowed his brows and ran a hand through his hair.

He wondered if Arabella knew who she was all along and decided to deceive them all.

Because as far as he was concerned, she was the traitor, John’s only daughter, and the only child he ever had. She had no mother, much less any other siblings.

But why were they attacked?!

He wondered if he’d ever get an answer to his question.