Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Arabella writhed on the bed, and Blaze furrowed his brows. He rubbed at his tired eyes and watched her. She had been thrashing around for some minutes, and he had tried his best to shake her awake. It didn’t work. Heck, nothing seems to be working!

Blaze watched Arabella mutter helplessly while tightening his hold on her hand.

Arabella let out a shrill cry. She yanked at the chain used to hold her down in several places, but it didn’t give away.

“Blaze!” She yelled. However, nothing happened. He still lay sprawled on the floor and in his pool of blood.

If she didn’t act fast, he was going to die.

“He’s meant to die.”

Arabella gazed around. She saw no one. She narrowed her eyes at the walls and yelled.

“Fucking show your face, coward. You enjoy seeing a helpless girl in pain and killing an innocent man?!”

“You call yourself helpless? Arabella Collins, or should I say the Delicate Rose!”

Arabella shook her head. The latter wasn’t her name. She didn’t know who that was, but she had heard it countless times to want to deny who the actual bearer was.

“You are doomed, Arabella. You’ll destroy the world, and before that happens, I need to do my part and kill you.”

“Coward,” Arabella muttered. She gritted her teeth and yanked on the chain again.

She felt a sizzling heat in her hand and grimaced as the chain scorched her.

Her eyes watered, and she stared ahead. Whoever was in the shadow had decided to make an appearance and sauntered towards her.

Arabella noticed she was a woman from the red feminine ankle boot she donned.

“I know your weakness, and I know you are not immune to iron. It’s the reason the chain had been made with more iron.”

Arabella fell to the floor as it burned her more.

A while ago, she hadn’t felt anything. Heck, she felt normal and was staring at Blaze, who was trying to help her out of the restraint until he was shot.

Now, it was her turn. She didn’t know what was going on with her, but she could feel herself getting weaker by the minute.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Show yourself!”

“I am here.” The voice said, and Arabella’s head snapped upward.

Her mouth hung up, and she let out a startled gasp.

She was staring at herself; how was it possible?

“I am you, Arabella, and you are me. However, we only need one of each other in this world, and it’s your time to go.” With that, Arabella’s double pulled out a syringe and stabbed her multiple times.

“Die, Arabella, die!”

Arabella wheezed and jerked awake.

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest, and her head reeled. The urge to throw up surged through her, and she darted out of bed and went through the first door she saw, not minding where it led her.

Luckily, it was the toilet. Arabella emptied the content of her stomach in it before standing to her feet.

However, that was a mistake as she stumbled as soon as she did.

Before she could fall, she felt strong arms around her.

“Blaze.” She mumbled, staring into his concerned brown eyes before falling unconscious.

A while later, Arabella came to and was slightly better than before.

However, she was still apprehensive. She stared around the room and noticed Blaze wasn’t in it.

“Blaze.” She mumbled, climbing down from the bed.

Almost immediately, the door swung open, and Blaze stood at the doorway.

Arabella heaved a breath, walking towards him. She wrapped her arms around him and murmured. “Where did you go?”

“Looking around. There’s nothing much to see as they won’t let me leave the vicinity.”

“Were you worried about me?”

Arabella nodded, and she disengaged from the embrace. She cupped his face and stood on tiptoed, kissing him.

She didn’t know why she was kissing him, but she felt the urge to do so.

Blaze let out a groan as he kissed her back. Only briefly. He removed his lips from hers slowly and kept her at arm’s length.

Arabella frowned. “Why did you stop?”

Blaze shook his head and opened his mouth to speak, but she halted him.

“Never mind, I guess I am the only one having such feelings. I am too vulnerable and let myself be used. I am…”

Blaze shut her up with a kiss and glared after releasing her.

“Why’d you think of yourself in that manner? What’s the matter with you?”

“What’s the matter with me? I should ask you that. And why do you kiss me?” She glared at him.

“I thought you wanted that. I feel confused, Bella. What’s going on with you? Are you mad at me for something I did? You should tell so I’d apologise.”

“Stop acting like you don’t know!” She scowled and moved to walk away, but he yanked her back.

Pulling her into a hug, he caressed her hair. “I’m sorry, Bella. You shouldn’t be mad at me.”

Blaze didn’t know why he was apologising, but he felt he needed to do it. He loathed seeing her angry.

“You literally shoved me away like I mean nothing, then you act as though you did nothing.” She pouted as soon as he released her from the hug.

“Is that what this is all about?” Blaze chuckled as she swatted his chest.

“Of course, jerk.” She scowled. “I came awake and didn’t see you; what do you expect, considering what we’ve gone through?!”

“Okay,” Blaze said, his grin widening. “I’m genuinely sorry this time.”

“So, you weren’t sorry before?!” Arabella glared at him and attempted to swat his chest, but the door opened.

“Sorry for the intrusion, my lady.”

Arabella let out a sigh and turned to whoever had disrupted them. It was Orga.

“I’ll like to give you a tour of this place,” Orga said, and Arabella nodded. “I’m glad to see you are well, and I am no surprised; no queen of the phoenix had been a weakling.”

Except that she was. Arabella recalled her dream and how being the phoenix queen fitted into everything.

She didn’t have any idea about what it was, and she hoped the tour would give her more insight into who she really was and also help her save Blaze from dying.