Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Sandro was panting heavily. His sea-green eyes narrowed, and he winced as a muscle in his back suddenly popped.

“Shit!” he exclaimed.

He hurried across the room, seeking refuge in the corner farthest from Thalia.

Leaning against a pillar, he grabbed the chain from the floor, wrapping it around his body and securing it with a lock.

“Alessandro?” Thalia shot him a puzzled look as he tightened his grip on the chain.

“Stay back,” he repeated slowly.

However, she did the opposite of his request.

Thalia pushed aside the curtain and gazed at the sky. “It’s not even a full moon yet. Why are you shifting? I thought you could control your transformations at will.”

She glared at Sandro, waiting for a response. With a sigh, she continued, “You need to stay calm, Sandro. You have the ability to control this.”

“It’s different,” Sandro winced, his knees giving way. He collapsed to the floor and assumed an all-fours position. “You have to leave the room!”

“How can I when I don’t even understand what’s happening to you? You’re confusing me!” Thalia retorted.

“You don’t need to understand,” Sandro grunted. “I don’t want to hurt you. Just get out and shut the door!”

Thalia flinched at the harshness of his tone, trembling slightly. Her gaze met Sandro’s, and she noticed his once beautiful sea-green eyes darkening.

This was unlike the berserker wolf’s red with golden rings or the normal wolf’s black with flecks of gold.

This was the blackest of black-a freaking vantablack. The more she stared, the more it drew her in.

Thalia shook her head and bit her lower lip.

“Sandro!” she shouted as his transformation began.

“Leave now!” he growled, straining against the chain that restrained him.

Thalia was stubborn, but Sandro never expected her to stay, even when faced with death.

Sandro was well aware of the situation. He understood that his only potential savior was the moon goddess herself. She had placed the curse not only on him but also on his entire lineage.

Six years ago, he had assumed that the curse had passed, given that no signs of it had surfaced until now.

If Thalia remained in the room, he would end up killing her. Even if he didn’t want to, his wolf would force his hand.

Thalia bit her lip once again, clutching her dress and pants laid out on the floor. She glanced at Sandro one last time before darting out of the room, wrapping herself in a duvet without bothering to change her clothes.

In the hallway, she collided with Blaze, who grabbed her hand and pulled her into his room.

His eyes moved over her figure, and he tilted his head. “I guess he did have some control over you after all.”

“Don’t judge me,” Thalia retorted. “I did it because I wanted to, not because of him.”

“It’s reassuring to know he didn’t force himself on you. By the way, shouldn’t you be with him right now? Or did he anger you again?” Blaze took a cigarette from a box on the coffee table and placed it between his lips.

“That’s the issue,” Thalia said, perching on the unmade bed.

“Something’s off with Alessandro,” she continued. “He’s different with those black eyes. It’s unlike any wolf I’ve ever seen, and he seemed both menacing and vulnerable.”

“Sandro, vulnerable? I can’t quite believe that. I think he’s messing with your mind,” Blaze muttered. He lit the cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Thalia shook her head. “He’s not, I swear. Something is genuinely wrong with him. He’s not acting like himself.”

Blaze frowned at Thalia, his gaze fixed on her. He wondered what had changed for her to defend Sandro now.

Not long ago, she had spoken ill of him, but now her stance was different.

“I’ll go see for myself,” Blaze said.

“No,” Thalia insisted, shaking her head. “Stay away from him. Right now, I don’t think you should go anywhere near him.”

“Why? I’m his Beta, and I should be by his side at all times.”

“Not this time.” Thalia glared, rushing to the door and blocking the entrance with her arms.

“If you’re concerned about me, don’t be. I’m strong enough to handle him.”

“No, Cole, the man in the room isn’t Alessandro. He’s more like a monster.”

Right on cue, a howl reverberated through the house, causing Thalia to shiver. “Can you hear that? It’s Alessandro!”

Blaze moved towards the curtain and gazed at the sky.

“I reacted the same way when I saw him transforming. It’s strange, and his eyes weren’t their usual color. Instead, they turned vantablack.”

“Shit!” Blaze exclaimed, hurrying toward the door. “Thalia, move away from the door.”

He grabbed her hand, but she stood her ground.

“I won’t let you leave this room, Cole. You’ll have to fight me to get out.”

“I can save him. He’ll die if he’s left alone!” Blaze yelled in frustration, tugging at his hair.

“Is there something you’re not telling me about him?”

“Nothing, but you have to stay here while I go out,” Blaze said, urging her aside.

Thalia narrowed her eyes at him as he rushed out of the room, letting out a sigh. She couldn’t have stopped him even if she had tried.

She only hoped he wouldn’t get hurt in his attempt.

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‘Cursed wolf.’

‘You’ll die in agony.’

‘You’re weak, and I’ll soon take control of your body!’

“Stop!” Sandro roared.

He clutched his ear and shook his head. His body tingled, and sweat covered him. He glared in the direction Thalia had left earlier, wondering what he might have done to her if she hadn’t left.

His ears rang from the multitude of voices inside his head, causing him to wince.

“Please, stop,” he howled in pain while struggling to break free from the chain.

Yet, he knew it was futile. The chain had been ensorcelled with magic, and only the spellcaster could undo the enchantment.

The chain cut into his skin as he strained even harder to break its grip.

The door creaked open, and Blaze entered.

“Sandro!” He held up the syringe he had brought along.

Sandro bared his teeth as Blaze approached.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Relax, wolfie. It’s just the temporary cure I brought for you. I didn’t realize it was time already.”

Sandro snarled, “I can’t control this!”

“You can,” Blaze insisted, drawing nearer. He grasped the syringe, filled to the brim with blood.

“Just try to stay calm,” Blaze murmured, crouching down in front of him.

Sandro let out a howl as he felt a prick in his side, swatting at Blaze with his claw.

For a few moments, his eyes glinted. Then, he collapsed to the ground, convulsing before they shut.