Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“You’ve gone too far, bro!” Blaze shouted, kicking at the coffee table.

“How do you mean?” Sandro’s green eyes narrowed and he lit the cigarette sticking out from his lips.

“Fuck it, bro, she doesn’t deserve this!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sandro snapped, glaring at him. “You can’t come in here baring your fucking fangs at me!”

“You know what I am talking about. Arabella doesn’t deserve to be in that dungeon.”

“Not even an ordinary dungeon but fucking maniac werewolves! You fucking know she can’t survive in there!”

“Fuck it!” Sandro thundered. He tossed the unlit cigarette on the floor and scowled. “And what has that got to do with you?!”

“She’s human and can break!” Blaze yanked on his hair. His frustration wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

“You have a heart Sandro, I don’t see you to be as cruel as this.”

“She deserves everything tossed at her. After all, I’ve been wanting to kill her. Now that I got the opportunity, I see no reason to keep her.” Sandro said with a shrug.

Blaze stilled. He wondered if he was hearing him right.

“She’s Rose. What happened to you needing her?”

Sandro scoffed. “I change my mind.”

“You don’t go about changing your mind for something like this!” Blaze shouted. He was agitated.

There was no way he could convince Sandro who seemed as though he’d use any opportunity to snap his neck if he continued asking him questions.

“I don’t need her because there’s another and don’t fucking come to ask me about the whore with traitor blood running through her vein anymore. Because I’ll definitely kill you, then her!”

There was another?!

Blaze didn’t wait to ask him more questions although startled by the revelation, all he knew was he needed to get to Arabella.

He couldn’t imagine the pain she was going through at the moment. And it was partly because of his negligence.

If he had sure been vigilant, he’d have protected her!

“Yes, you are partly at fault!” Red said. “You make your mate be in unbearable pain!”

“As if I don’t know.” Blaze let out a grunt at a guard who bowed before him.

He strode towards the large door leading to the horrible prison and he booted it with his leg.

Wrinkling his nose, his eyes narrowed as he tried to get accustomed to the darkness.

Shit!

Arabella was in the room and they had let all the lights go off.

He hurried to the corner of the room and listened for a heartbeat.

Halting, his eyes narrowed, then widened.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as he glimpsed a figure curved into a ball.

Darting to the largest cage which was stationed in the middle of the room, five Delta werewolves intercepted him.

“The Alpha said no one should speak to her.”

Blaze growled. “I am The Beta here and I deserved to be treated with respect!”

The leader of the Delta, James, stepped forward. “I’m sorry Beta, but the Alpha gave the order to eliminate anyone who comes to the dungeon to speak with the criminal. Even if it is him.”

Blaze scoffed. “Criminal?!”

James nodded and Blaze gritted his teeth.

“How the fuck is she a criminal?! Can’t you see how helpless she is?!”

James shrugged. “It’s an order and must be strictly followed. I’ll prefer if you leave the dungeon whilst you can. You are outnumbered.”

From the corner of Blaze’s eyes, he glimpsed each Delta. They were bulky and specially trained for battles.

Of course, if he was an Omega werewolf, he’d be defeated easily.

But he was a freaking Beta!

Still, he was aware of how they could overpower him easily.

He wouldn’t give them the chance. He had fought with the strongest werewolves and came out victorious. Being in the presence of five werewolves meant nothing!

“Are you certain you can take us all down, Beta? You need to rethink!” James said.

“Bring it on!” Blaze snarled, crouching. His eyes darted here and there whilst calculating all that he needed to do.

He was certain in less than an hour, he’d be done and would be at Arabella’s side safely.

A few seconds passed as no one attacked, Blaze tilted his brows, “What’s wrong? Did you become paralyzed suddenly or all you’ve got is mouth?”

“That’s alright,” James murmured. He stepped forward and dug his hand into his pocket, bringing out a golden key.

He tossed it towards Blaze who caught it effortlessly. “She’s been calling your name.”

Blaze’s heart skipped a beat. His eyes darted back to Arabella then to James, before staring at the key with him.

“I’ll keep watch. Discuss whatever you need to and I promise no words about it will get out of here.” James said.

He narrowed his eyes at the four other werewolves and they each nodded before glancing at Blaze again.

Of course, he had been wanting to go down for a fight. But he doubted it would be worth it.

James wasn’t comfortable with Arabella in the state she was in and he didn’t want to get punished for what he didn’t know about.

As dangerous as their Alpha was, Blaze was as well. He was a formidable opponent and he didn’t want to get on his bad side.

Blaze smiled briefly before walking gingerly towards the cage. His leg seemed somewhat heavy suddenly and he wondered if it was partly the magic in the room that made him feel lethargic.

Or was it Arabella?

He winced and gripped his side as he got nearer. Red walked around, whimpering. He had been muttering nonstop.

At some point Blaze was tempted to yell at it to stop so he could concentrate but he restrained himself from doing so because he knew his wolf partly made him.

Without his wolf, he was nothing. And him and his wolf being in disagreement could cause a lot of damage to not only him but to everyone around him.

It was that way for all the werewolves.

Although he had snapped too many times at Red, he still apologized.

“Blaze,”

Blaze heard Arabella’s muffled voice and he hastily inserted the key in the lock. Opening the door ajar, he stepped in.

“Blaze.”

“Hey, I am here. You’ll be fine.” Blaze murmured over again. He didn’t know if he was reassuring himself or Arabella.

But he was certain one of them needed it.

He gripped her bloodied hand and grimaced as he turned her over. Her face had blood covering it and she looked slightly pale.

Brushing her pale hair out of her face, he stared into her dull blue eyes which looked distant.

“Stay with me, Arabella. You’ll be fine.” He croaked out.

He wasn’t sure she’d be fine. She looked as though she had gone through hell and back. Maybe she did and he could imagine what Sandro had done to her.

Welts covered her skin and her dress was torn. Blaze removed the jacket with him and wrapped it around her trembling body.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Help me, Blaze, don’t leave me to die.” Arabella whimpered, before going limp in his hand.

“Shit!” Blaze growled. He placed his hand on her neck, feeling for a pulse.

It was faint. Too faint that he doubted she would make it.

He laid her on the floor gently and used his jacket to cover her exposed skin. Brushing the hair out of her face, he stared at her for a few minutes.

“That son of a bitch is going to pay for putting you through this. I’ll fucking make him pay!”