Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Sandro paced around the large meeting hall and balled his hands into fists. He gritted his teeth and glared at nothing in particular. How had he not noticed?

He must have been too preoccupied with his problem to have thought of that.

Allesia had escaped the same way as Arabella, and he wondered how no one saw her leave as well.

He glared at the gathered Werewolves, and his eyes narrowed on Francis.

“Where the hell is Janice?”

Francis stood to his feet abruptly. He shook his head and wrung his finger together. “I do not know.” He stammered, avoiding the glare Sandro was shooting his way.

Francis hadn’t seen Janice since last night. And he assumed she was mad at him for having kissed her without permission.

It wasn’t his fault, he had wanted to do so, and he had used the opportunity.

“How the hell don’t you know? Isn’t she your girl?!” Sandro glared.

“She isn’t my girl,” Francis mumbled. Then he heaved a breath and glanced around as if she’d magically popped out.

But she had also denied him, and he doubted if she’d care he was saying this.

“She left me for her room in the garden last night, so I haven’t heard from her ever since.”

Sandro grunted and strode out of the hall without a word. He walked toward Janice’s room and booted the door.

It gave way, and he narrowed his eyes on her figure, which was curled on the bed.

He heard her sniffle, and he frowned.

“Why the hell are you crying when I have something far more important to ask you?!” Sandro barked.

The urge to yank her out of bed filled him, but he waited on her to face him herself.

Annalise didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t utter a word for fear of being caught, but there was no way she could stay forever in that manner.

She was facing the bed with her hands covering her face, and whoever had entered the room seemed like he was the boss.

“Janice!” He yelled.

He sounded impatient and irritated. She’d be as well. But Annalise was aware if it were Janice in her position, she’d have done something and even let him know she wasn’t the person he sought.

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Annalise raised her head after a while, and her eyes collided with sea-green eyes that narrowed on her.

“Who the fuck are you?” He growled, gripping her hand.

He yanked her up, and Annalise gasped as he shoved her toward the nearest wall.

Annalise saw him sniff the air while she tended her hand, which she believed was bruised.

“You are a werewolf.” He said, stating the obvious. “And you smell familiar.”

Annalise stared at him. She couldn’t look away. It wasn’t the frown on his face or the authority he exuded that made her mesmerised; it was his beauty. Golden brown hair, angular face, and high cheekbones. A strong jawline and pouting lips. He was mesmerising, and she hadn’t seen someone like him.

It felt as though she was standing in front of a god. His golden brown hair was held in a low ponytail, and he raised his bushy brows as he gazed at her.

“Where’s Janice, and who are you?” His voice sounded almost soft this time.

However, Annalise had dealt with many people like him, and she guessed it was only a matter before he lost his patience and snapped at her.

“I’m Annalise.” She said after a while.

Annalise flushed, seeing the glare he was shooting at her.

“I don’t care about your name. Who are you, and what are you doing here?!”

He was rude, Annalise noticed. She wondered how Janice had lived so long here with him.

Perhaps, he was the Alpha. She knew there was nothing Janice could do, even if he said anything. He was the pack’s leader, after all.

“I’m Janice’s twin and…”

“Wait…” Sandro blinked, halting her. He moved towards her slowly. And his eyes narrowed on her. “You are twin with Janice?”

Annalise nodded, and she continued as he didn’t say a word. “I do not know where Janice is, and I just arrived last night. But she left me alone.”

“Twin, doppelganger, runaway. The hell?!” Sandro let out a huff and shoved his hand into his hair.

He didn’t know what was going on. Arabella escaped, her double showed up, Janice left, and her twin showed up.

Why the fuck was he having doubles around his vicinity?!

“I came here for solace. My father is after my life, and he plans on killing me because I happened to hear a discussion of him wanting to kill a certain man named Sandro De Luca…” Annalise grimaced. It was awkward she was talking in front of a stranger. She shouldn’t divulge some secret, she was aware of that, but she couldn’t help herself.

She wanted all she felt to lift off her chest and feel somewhat light after divulging what she knew and had been carrying around.

“Alessandro De Luca, you say?” Sandro furrowed his brow, and he stared at the girl before him. She nodded and bit her lower lip before twisting her finger.

“Who the hell is your father, and what does he want with me?!”

“You are Alessandro?!” Annalise’s eyes widened.

“That is not my question.” Sandro bellowed. He slapped his hands on the wall before turning to her again.

“P-Paolo S-Salvatore,” Annalise stuttered.

Sandro let out a low growl, and he stalked towards her. “Why the hell do my enemies keep coming around me?!”

He had no questions to his answer, and he doubted he’d have any as he was still confused with the connection of everything going on and how it all had to do with him.

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Janice’s hand met air as she was about to knock. She glanced down, and her eyes went up as her father stood in front of her. It was as if he was expecting her and had opened the door as soon as she arrived.

“Hello, father.” She murmured, eyeing the big man. It had been a while since she saw him, and he hadn’t changed.

Except for the greying hair, he looked the same to her. His grey eyes twinkled, and his moustache twitched.

“Hello, my little lamb.” He grinned, pulling her into a hug.

Janice trembled as she was in his embrace. She felt her eyes watered and willed the tears away, but it was futile.

She sobbed softly in his arms. She didn’t know the reason she was crying. She didn’t miss her father, Paolo Salvatore.

She’d do anything to be far away from him at the moment. Janice believed it was coming back to the house that saddened her.

Nonetheless, she was sure it would be the last time. She had what he needed, and he’d let her go.

That was the plan, and he had promised to adhere to it.