Mated To The Mafia Werewolves: The Alpha and Beta Wants me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Sandro blinked once and then again as soon as he could see clearly.He observed his environment.It was the same as before. It felt the same way, at least; the lush grassland that surrounded everywhere, the calm wind that promised calmness yet hopelessness, the light blue sky that seemed as though all was well until that fateful morning.All memories of the past flooded through him at once, and he winced, clutching his pounding head."On your knees!"Sandro's head snapped to one of the enemies who stormed towards them. He gripped a massive club and swung it in the air.A wide smile adorned his lips as he moved towards them, and his dark eyes glinted."Ezra." Sandro breathed out."Long time no see, old friend." The man named Ezra said, his smile seemingly getting wider. "And might I add, it's great to see you are alive."Sandro scowled at him. Of course, he had lived as he had escaped, but he couldn't say the same for him.Ezra had been his best friend. The only friend he knew until no

"Taking the pack by surprise should be the best thing ever..."Janice tuned out her father's voice and placed a hand over her chin. She licked her lips and furrowed her brows as she stared at nothing.Annalise. Her thoughts were filled with her sister's well-being. She didn't know how she was faring. She didn't know if her secret was known and if Sandro punished Annalise just as he did to Alessia because of Arabella.Her mind was muddled, and she wished she could come up with a good enough answer.She had been in the house with her father for a week now, and nothing much was happening, save for the usual, threatening to kill her if she went against him, trying to force her into doing what she didn't want and plan about the attack on Sandro's pack.Janice didn't know exactly what happened, but according to him, Sandro had what he wanted. And with that, he could make a mighty army.That was all that they wanted. Sandro was after the Delicate Rose blood and looking to make a battalion, l

"Can you run faster?!" Janice yelled over the howling wind.She glanced back at Alessia to see she was still far behind.Janice desired to stop, but she couldn't. She knew what would become of her if she did.Also, it was a matter of life and death, and they had been on the run for more than three hours or so. She didn't know what the time was precisely, but according to her weary body, she knew it was more than that.As soon as they were done packing, they attempted to sneak out, but it hadn't been a fruitful one.When she and Alessia had stepped out, they had met with the gangs from Alessia's father. Unfortunately for them, a chip had been on Alessia that had been used to trace her location.Janice had done the first thing on her mind as soon as she heard her father's voice.As they were still running, the gang was gaining on them; Janice wondered if she could outrun them if she tried harder.She halted and heaved out a breath. Although it was the last thing she should be doing, she

Sandro jolted awake as a sharp pain shot through his side, as though he had been pricked multiple times with needles.He gasped for breath, his eyes glued shut. When he managed to pry his eyelids open, his vision was still blurred.After blinking for a few seconds, he realised that he was still bound and trapped in the cage Ezra had kept him in, like a feral animal that should never be unleashed.Sandro winced as he sat up straight, feeling the discomfort of his restraints. He knew that he was harmless, but the ferociousness within him could only be kept at bay for so long. His wolf, Lace, sneered menacingly at the back of his mind, reminding him of the impending doom that awaited him.He needed Arabella... No, her freaking blood before it was too late, but his situation made it seem impossible to meet up with her. He had to escape from Ezra's territory first.As he sniffed the air, the scent of Thalia wafted into his nostrils, making him groan, and he tightened his hands on the chain

At noon, Sandro's wrists were cuffed, and a key locked them in place. Four of Ezra's most brutal guards escorted him to the execution site.One of the guards taunted him with a kick to the back, "You're supposed to be the strongest Alpha, right? Prove it. Get out of those cuffs and save yourself and your men." He sneered as he spoke.Another guard joined in, throwing his head back in laughter, "The strongest? Don't make me laugh. Soon enough, Ezra will be the only Alpha, and you'll be nothing."The rest of the guards snickered at his words.Sandro remained quiet, trudging forward without acknowledging their insults. He ignored the kicks and slaps to his bare back and focused on staying upright, refusing to fall to his weakened knees. He knew that falling would show weakness, and he refused to give up until his last breath.After a short walk, they entered another section of the hideout. The atmosphere immediately shifted, and the air grew tense. They stopped a few steps inside, and tw