Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Sandro barged into the pack house with Etas trailing behind, and Thalia’s heart skipped a beat. She felt the intensity of his anger radiating off him in waves, causing her to take a step back instinctively. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and Thalia saw the muscles in his jaw ticking as he fought to control his rage.

The room suddenly grew colder as Sandro stormed towards her, his eyes blazing with fury.

Nervously, she licked her lower lip and glanced at the ground before meeting his gaze again.

“Take her down to the dungeon,” he ordered.

“W-why?” Thalia stuttered, her eyes widening. Even though she knew the reason, she couldn’t resist asking.

Sandro snarled, “Do you have a right to ask me that? After you lied to my face?!”

“Sandro, please. I didn’t intend to hide it from you for so long. I didn’t know how to tell you because I feared your reaction. I didn’t mean to betray you. I swear it. I love you.”

Love. That was the last thing on her mind. She hadn’t intended to confess her feelings for him, but she did love him. Even when she left him in the beginning, she loved him.

Sandro narrowed his eyes at her and grunted, “Tell your feelings to someone who cares about them.” He turned to the Etas behind him and said, “Prepare her for execution.”

“No…!” Thalia yelled. She dashed towards him as the Etas closed in on her and tried to grip his hand, but Sandro was quick.

He roughly clutched her arm and pushed her into the wall. She winced at the painful pinch as his fingers dug into her skin. “You’re going to pay for what you’ve done,” he spat. “And the dungeon is the perfect place for you. I can’t believe I trusted a whore like you.”

“Sandro… please. I beg you, have mercy. Could you not throw me in the dungeon? Anywhere but there!” Thalia shuddered as the image of the dark dungeon Ezra had once thrown her into surfaced in her mind.

“I’ll do anything you ask of me… Please, don’t just let them take me…”

“Fucking shut up!” Sandro barked, his eyes darting to his Etas. “Take her away now.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Thalia gazed at the Etas with wide eyes as they approached her. Her heart slammed forcefully in her chest, and she clutched it as it ached. Sandro hadn’t outright rejected her, but he didn’t accept her feelings either! She had thought he loved her. Fuck, she had thought he wanted her. Now she knew otherwise.

With his narrowed eyes and fury blazing in them, Thalia was confident he would go through with his words. He would kill her for betraying him. Several thoughts raced through her head, and the only one she could focus on was the need to escape. She needed to find a way out. But how?

Sandro had turned his back to her, but she knew he was aware of everything happening. He could easily intercept her if she made a move toward the door. The Etas were closing in on her, and they were as menacing as Sandro himself. Yet, she couldn’t help but think of giving it a try. A moment of distraction was what she needed…

“Take her out of my sight,” Sandro ordered as he strode out of the room, leaving her alone with the Etas.

“Distraction,” she mumbled, her heart thumping with the plans forming in her mind. She was left with the Etas; she needed to escape.

“Distraction,” she muttered again while glancing around the room.

Jumping to her feet abruptly and startling the Etas in the process, she shrieked before dashing the open door.

“Get out of my way,” Thalia growled, grabbing one of the Etas by the door and shoving him back into the room before bolting toward the main exit, ignoring the yelling behind her.

As she ran, adrenaline surged through her, and the thought of things going wrong permeated her mind, yet she didn’t stop. She knew the warning bell could be sounded at any moment, and the Etas would be sent after her. She quickened her pace, pushing herself to run even faster.

Sweat dribbled down her face, and her legs ached from the exertion, but she refused to give up. Finally, she burst through the large gate door of the pack house and into the night air. She looked around frantically, trying to get her bearings. She knew she had to keep moving, but she had no idea where to go.

Sandro’s eyes followed Thalia as she ran out of the gate. He watched her from the window of his bedroom, holding a glass of bourbon as she disappeared into the distance.

“Bitch,” A slight smirk played on his lips.

He made no move to sound the alarm or ask anyone to chase after her after she was reported for escaping. He had deliberately assigned the weakest guards to capture her, fully aware that Thalia could defeat them.

Leaning back in his chair, he felt a sense of satisfaction washing over him. Thalia’s escape would only fuel her fear and paranoia, and he was counting on that. He knew she would always look over her shoulder, waiting for him to come after her.

The thought delighted him, and he allowed himself a small chuckle. Thalia may have escaped this time, but he was confident that she wouldn’t be able to outrun him forever.

However, his amusement quickly turned to concern as he thought about Arabella. She had escaped from his grasp in the same way. But he wouldn’t relent until he caught her.

Perhaps allowing Thalia to escape was the best course of action, he mused. She would surely be on her way to Blaze right now after all, she had nowhere else to go. Following her might lead him to Blaze, who in turn could lead him to Arabella.

“Perfect,” Sandro grinned.

Setting down his glass, his complacent smirk returned as he stood up and left the room with determined strides. He exited the pack house and ventured deeper into the woods, scanning his surroundings to glimpse Thalia’s direction while remaining cautious of the predators lurking about.

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Thalia shivered, rubbing her arms up and down as the wind picked up and howled through the trees. Even though she was on a sweatshirt, she felt vulnerable and exposed. She had ventured deep into the forest and could easily fall victim to an attack. Facing multiple predators at once was something she couldn’t handle. She was sure she would die.

All those thoughts swirled in her head, giving her a terrible headache. Spotting a large tree up ahead, she stepped towards it, even though it was an awful idea to be resting. Yet, she couldn’t help herself. There was no better option, and she was utterly exhausted.

Sitting on the forest floor and searching for a more comfortable spot, she rested her head on the tree trunk and dozed off.