Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Janice walked into the dungeon. Her nose wrinkled and she glanced around. No one was watching and she doubted anyone could see her.

She had used a cloaking spell.

Her grandmother’s cloaking spell to be precise. What she didn’t disclose to anyone when she arrived at the De Luca Villa was that she was from a long bloodline of witches.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Her mother was a witch but Janice hadn’t inherited the powers. However, she could make portions.

She was lucky being from witches had come in handy else she’d have had her heart ripped out by the Deltas she was now glaring at.

She rounded the corner mumbling ‘dulce somnii'(Sweet dreams). She had read it from the old spell book She brought along with her while on the run and she tossed some Matricaria chamomilla she ground into power in the air. She watched as each Delta fell to the floor one after the other.

“Not even the strongest of you can fight it.” She murmured.

She could have been affected as well but she had used an immune spell beforehand.

Walking towards the huge cage, she stared at Arabella.

She grimaced as she glimpsed her shivering body as well as the bruises which were turning purple on her pale skin.

Janice saw her mouth move but she didn’t know what she was muttering.

But as she moved closer, she heard her.

“You can’t seem to do away with him even in your sleep, Desperate bitch.”

“Blaze,” Arabella muttered, thrashing around. “Help me.”

“Fuck you, girl. I am the one here trying to help you but you call on him. He’s mine!”

The urge to press her hands around her slim neck filled her. But she couldn’t do it. Blaze was going to kill her.

Janice knelt next to her and brought out the elixir. It was a healing elixir. She had taken the time to make the portion just for her. Although the mixture she made was mostly for supernatural creatures that didn’t have the ability to heal by themselves and it was always instant. For humans like Arabella, it would take some while before she comes around.

But, she’d be alive. That was all that mattered, she believed.

Janice dumped the content in her mouth and watched her convulse.

A smile briefly played on her lips as she imagined her dying afterwards. But she grimaced knowing how potent the portion was.

After a few seconds, Janice knelt by an unconscious Arabella and gripped her wrist to check for a pulse.

She heaved a breath as she realised she was not dying anytime soon by Blaze’s hand.

Arabella was going to live.

Walking out of the room again after she was done, she bumped into James.

James groaned, he creased his brows and swiped at the sweat on his forehead before staring at Janice.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Shit!” Janice muttered. Her disguise had worn off but she was just realising it now. The spell she used in cloaking herself had a limited time usage but all thoughts of that had flown out of her mind.

“I said what the fuck are you doing here?!” James growled. “Are you not an Omega and why the hell are you here and not part of the maid working?”

Janice rolled her eyes, before flashing him a wide smile. “My friend is in here. I came to check on her.”

“The Alpha said she is allowed no visitors!” James scowled. “Why the hell do we have blockheads here?”

“I only came to see if she is alive because I heard the news a while ago and she is the only one I got as a friend.” Janice sniffled.

She wiped at a lone tear she forced out of her eye.

“And you expect me to believe that shit? What the hell did you do that I did not see you going in.”

Her second approach didn’t work, Janice mused. But she was not out of ideas.

“Why will you ask a helpless innocent-looking girl that? I can barely take you on much less…” She trailed off as her eyes wandered to the others who had joined him.

“I can barely take five of you on. You must have been occupied and didn’t notice me passed by.”

“I wouldn’t have let you even get near the entrance,” James said, walking towards her menacingly. “The Alpha said no visitor and is there something you’d like to add to your cock and bull story?”

Shit! Nothing was working. Right now, she could get herself in trouble if she didn’t find a way to run and James did not look like a person who could easily be deceived.

“Start talking.” He murmured, closing in on her.

“I am sorry for going in without your knowledge, but I have far more pressing issues to attend to.” Janice rushed out.

She shoved James with all her strength and darted to the left before any of the Deltas could react.

“See ya.” She said, sprinting out of the room.

“Fuck, get that bitch and get the words to the Alpha!” James thundered.

“Yes, sire!” They said, scrambling out of the dungeon.

*************

“Janice!”

“Where are you little bitch?!”

Janice sighed. She ran a hand through her hair as she heard Sandro call her over again.

Words must have gotten to him and she could care less.

She had been hiding since she left the dungeon for fear of being taken by the Deltas. James especially was deadly and she didn’t know what the pervert might do to her.

Again, she was indoors because of Sandro. She believe his not seeing her would make his anger dissipate. But she didn’t think so.

He sounds furious and almost like he was going to kill her the moment he got to the room.

Booting her door, he strode towards her.

“Why the hell did you do it?”

Janice shrugged. “Because I wanted to.”

As much as she loathed Arabella, she believed the bitch deserved better and if she had a proper plan she would help her escape.

Sandro was fucking cruel. Too cruel.

But he wasn’t human and she wasn’t surprised about his questionable character.

Janice stood to her feet and did a little stretch. She attempted to walk past him but he held her back and shoved her to the nearest wall.

“Taking you as a family or not, I can kill you. I am your Alpha and each of my commands should be obeyed!”

“And I chose not to. You can kill me now since it’s in your power.”

Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, Janice snarled, “Kill me, Sandro. Fucking kill me!”