Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Arabella thrashed wildly on the bed. “Please forgive me!”

Sandro furrowed his brows. It wasn’t the first time he was seeing her in this state. Ever since he shared his bed with her, she most times had nightmares. He never questioned her as he believed it wasn’t in his place to.

Again, he didn’t care to know because all that he wanted was revenge and nothing else.

Still, it was the first time he’d heard her saying his name.

What was he doing to her? He mused as he attempted to shake her awake.

By the look of things, it seemed as though he was torturing her. She gripped her neck and gasped out.

Sandro grimaced and pushed his hand through his hair. He dealt with her in real life and even in dreams.

He wondered where else he would punish her again. He was trying to be nice to her because of all the benefits she came with but he doubted it would all work out if she kept seeing him in a bad light.

He grasped her hands clutching her neck and shook her.

Arabella wheezed. She shoved him with all her might startling him and she jetted out of bed, darting to the door.

Sandro furrowed his brows. He stared at his hand and noticed she had her imprint on him.

How she had managed to shove him away with only a little strength startled him.

He stared at her and his gaze softened as he realized she was running away from him.

However, even without a dream, she still ran from him.

“Sandro?!” She asked, staring at him. “That’s you?”

Sandro rolled his eyes. “Of course, it is the one and only Sandro De Luca.”

Arabella heaved a breath. The last thing she needed was to be in the same room as the monster she had seen in her dream.

Sandro was aware his wolf wasn’t happy with the way he was planning to go about killing Arabella.

Not that he cared, he’d apologise to Lace afterwards. Even if his wolf kept quiet on him for a while, he was sure it wouldn’t be forever.

Arabella stopped trying the handle of the door and she slid to the ground slowly.

She shoved a hand through her hair and her eyes snapped shut as she recalled the horrendous dream.

Perhaps, she shouldn’t be surprised because that was the real Sandro she saw whilst the one before she seemed almost like an imposter.

Only that it was still him.

Since yesterday she noticed the change in him, she found it hard to believe that he was the same person that had been threatening to kill her for the two months she was under his roof.

She found it hard to believe he was the same person that forced her into doing what she didn’t want to and she had stupidly given herself to him freely as if he deserved it.

She was glad she did all that happened in the dream because she couldn’t imagine giving herself to him willingly after all that happened.

Arabella sighed and she glanced at him again.

He hadn’t moved an inch from where he was but he was still watching her.

She glimpsed the curiosity in his sea-green eyes and she averted her eyes as a blush crept into her cheeks.

Arabella heard him chuckle and She grimaced. He had probably seen her cheeks go red. It wasn’t as though she could hide it. Her translucent skin always made it complex for her to hide anything.

“Come back to bed, Mio caro.”

The endearment, he was back to it. She didn’t know what to make do with it but she preferred hearing it now than before.

Even the term master he had told her to call him, she’d do so because he wasn’t the horrible Sandro anymore.

He didn’t make her skin crawl with his endearment and it was almost as if she enjoyed hearing him speak to her in his native tongue.

She was too trusting, and Arabella was aware of that. She only wished he didn’t make her pay for believing in him so much.

Arabella removed herself from the ground and walked towards the bed.

She furrowed her brows as Sandro extended his hand towards her.

“Come on, I’m not biting you, Bella.”

She nodded, and she let her hand slide into his.

“I understand you’ve been in a nightmare and I don’t want to ask you about what it is because you seem reluctant. Also, I don’t want to bother you.”

Arabella nodded. She didn’t know where the conversation was going but she listened.

“If it’s about me because I heard you mentioned my name….”

“You did?” Arabella asked. She let out a groan, shaking her head. She didn’t know she was too loud but then she was glad he knew she saw him.

“I’m not proud of everything I did to you. I’d prefer if you forgive me and let us keep the past behind us.”

Arabella blinked. She glanced away from the wall to Sandro, staring into his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t do well with apologies but I am sorry.”

Shit!

Sandro was apologising to her and she had made him say so over again. He was fucking apologising and he seemed genuinely sorry.

Where the fuck was the real Sandro?!This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Because the man in front of her wasn’t the monster she knew.