Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

EPILOGUE

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Sandro stretched his legs, shielding his eyes from the sun with sunglasses. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Arabella had suggested a vacation by the beach, and they had been here for four months now. He still wanted to fulfill all her wishes, agreeing to everything she desired.

Lately, it had been peaceful. Since the altercation with Paolo, there was no imminent threat to Arabella, though he couldn’t say the same for himself, which he didn’t mind. He didn’t believe his enemies would ever cease, as wherever he went, he seemed to attract more.

He didn’t want to involve Arabella in his dangerous lifestyle, but he also doubted his ability to shield her completely.

Alessia had disappeared. When Paolo had died, Sandro had taken the time to scour the building for her before leaving for the Villa, but he hadn’t seen any trace of her.

“Why are you staring at her?”

Sandro snapped his head at the sound of Arabella’s voice. She stood above him, arms folded. Her bump was larger now, and he found her the most beautiful woman, even though she often compared herself to a cow.

“Who?” Sandro asked as she removed his glasses.

“The red-haired bimbo,” Arabella murmured, frowning.

“What bimbo?” Sandro’s eyes scanned the beach before turning back to her. “All I see is an angel with white hair in front of me.”

“Do you mean a cow?” Arabella asked. “You were clearly staring at her.”

“Now, Tesoro,” Sandro gripped her hand, pulling her onto the lounge chair. As she settled, he wrapped his arms around her. “Are you jealous that I am ogling another woman?”

“If we’re going to make this work between us, it’s off-limits for you to do that,” she scowled, pushing at his chest.

Sandro chuckled, “You’re cute when you’re angry, but you should know you’re the only one I have my eyes on.”

“I don’t believe you,” Arabella said.

“I didn’t even notice the red-haired girl until you pointed her out, and for the past month since I met you, I’m more into whitish blonde than any other color.” He kissed the corner of her lips, then her nose, before locking his lips on hers.

Arabella wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. Sandro groaned, pulling apart as he felt a kick in his stomach. He placed a hand on her bump, “They’re more active lately.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Arabella nodded, “They have been.”

Giving him a cheeky smile, she added, “Do you know which other side the doctor wants us to be active?”

Sandro raised a brow, “Where?”

“You know where,” Arabella replied, her gaze cast down as she suddenly felt shy.

Sandro tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears, “Tell me where Principessa.”

His eyes darkened, and she could see the lust in them. She knew he understood exactly what she was saying, but he wanted her to say it.

“The bedroom, Sandro,” she whispered.

“And?” he urged.

“The doctor recommended we fuck each other’s brain’s out,” Arabella said, wincing at how blunt it sounded.

But she didn’t mind. For the past month since they had gotten together, she had waited for a time like this. She and Sandro had worked on their differences, and she had made him grovel, even though she hadn’t told him she had forgiven him yet; it didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy this moment.

After all, they were going to be together for a long time, and she couldn’t resist touching him anymore. The worst part was the women who kept eyeing him as though he were some kind of meat, which he kind of was.

“Now, that’s exciting,” Sandro growled.

He stood to his feet, pulling her up, and just then, the red-haired woman she had been speaking about stepped towards them.

“Hi,” she waved at him.

“Hi,” Sandro replied, but Arabella said nothing.

“I was wondering if you could help me with this sunscreen and…”

Before she could finish her statement, Arabella cupped Sandro’s face, pulling him towards her, and she latched her lips onto his. Sandro’s hands snaked around her waist, pulling her closer as they kissed in front of the red-haired woman, whose eyes widened.

Arabella let go a few seconds later, needing to breathe, and beamed at Sandro, who returned it with a chuckle. He swooped Arabella into his arms, gazing back at the red-haired woman.

“I am sorry…”

“Sophia,” she offered.

“I am sorry, Sophia, but my wife needs me in the bedroom,” Sandro said.

“Oh, I am s… sorry. I never knew you were married,” she stuttered, turning red just like her hair.

Arabella wanted to reply that they weren’t married, and he was only saying so to chase her away since he was taken, but she only grinned. Secretly, she was pleased that he had called her his wife.

“One of the single guys will be willing to help you,” Arabella said.

“Thank you,” Sophia scowled at her, but Arabella wasn’t bothered. She could glare at her for all she cared; in the end, she was the one going to bed with Sandro.

***

It was barely midnight when Arabella was awakened by a pain at her side. She rolled to her side, caressing her stomach, but that didn’t stop. Climbing down from the bed, she clutched at the headboard as intense pain flared through her. She cried out in anguish, waking Sandro from his slumber.

“Are you alright?” he asked groggily.

“No, no, no,” she panted. “I think the babies are coming.”

Letting out a heavy breath, she gasped as liquid gushed down her thighs.

“Sandro!” Arabella screeched, snapping him out of his daze.

In seconds, he was beside her.

“We need to get to the hospital now,” Arabella said.

Sandro didn’t speak any further. He changed her into a clean outfit, carried her out of the room, and into his car, speeding towards the nearest hospital they had used for the antenatal service since their arrival.

“My wife is in labor,” Sandro said when he reached the entrance.

“Hand her over, sir; we will take it from here,” one of the nurses said as they provided a gurney, placing Arabella on it.

“What part of ‘she is my wife,’ don’t you understand?” He narrowed his eyes at her.

“We don’t allow…”

“I want him to stay,” Arabella gripped his hand.

“You heard her,” Sandro retorted.

“Please, ma’am, it’s not…”

“Let him stay,” Dr. Lawrence said as he approached them.

Sandro breathed out, glaring at the two nurses who had tried to deter him. Dr. Lawrence ushered Sandro into the delivery room, where Arabella clutched his hand tightly.

The sterile scent of the hospital surrounded them as the medical team prepared for the arrival of their twins.

“Fuck it, Sandro,” Arabella winced as another contraction hit, beads of perspiration forming on her forehead.

“You can do it. You’re doing great,” Sandro whispered reassuringly into her ear. His hand caressed her hair, and he kissed the top of her forehead.

“It hurts,” Arabella cried.

“I know, darling, I know,” Sandro affirmed, not letting her go even though her grip was strong and she had almost broken his fingers.

“You are almost ready, ma’am. It seems you were already in labor before you knew it,” the nurse who had checked her degree of dilation said.

Arabella believed it was during sex she had gone into labor. She had felt it and had assumed it was due to Sandro’s dick size. So, she brushed it off.

“Now, you are going to push when I ask you to,” Dr. Lawrence instructed.

Arabella nodded.

“Hold on to me, Cara; you’ll be fine,” Sandro said as she glanced at him.

Arabella nodded again. For a few seconds, she closed her eyes, focusing on controlling her breathing.

“Now, push,” Dr. Lawrence said.

Arabella’s teeth gritted her hand that wasn’t in Sandro’s, gripping the edge of the bed.

“Fuck!” She cried out in pain, shuddering.

As the intensity of the contractions increased, Arabella found solace in the presence of Sandro. She wondered what she would have done in this moment without him.

“You are doing amazing, Arabella,” Dr. Lawrence said.

“She will be fine,” he said to Sandro, whose eyes widened each minute.

He didn’t know if it was due to Arabella gripping his hand or what was happening, but he looked as though he would pass out any moment from now.

“One powerful push, and they’ll be out,” Dr. Lawrence said.

And Arabella did just that. She screamed her lungs out. She doubted she would be able to speak for a long time, and it was worth it. The cries of their newborns filled the room.

“Thank goodness,” Arabella sobbed, exhausted.

“Thanks to the goddess,” Sandro added, blinking back the tears in his eyes.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. De Luca. You just had healthy twins, a boy, and a beautiful girl.”

Arabella and Sandro exchanged glances. A boy wasn’t predicted for her. It had always been two, and they had always been female. Now, having a boy, she wondered what was going to happen. She pondered if she had disrupted some sort of balance.

When the babies were clean, they were given to Sandro and Arabella. Sandro held onto their baby girl while Arabella held the boy.

“He’s perfect,” she said, counting his toes and fingers.

“She’s more than perfect, just like her mother,” Sandro whispered, his voice choked up with emotion.

“He’s Nicholas, from Blaze’s name,” Arabella said, looking at Sandro for affirmation about the name.

She had thought of it since Blaze died. Even before then, she had wanted one of her children to have his name, even if she was a girl. At least she would have the feminine version.

Sandro nodded, showing no problem with it.

“And she is?” she asked, nodding towards her daughter.

“She’s Sandara, coined from both our names,” Sandro grinned.

“Beautiful,” Arabella said.

“They are,” Sandro affirmed, leaning into Arabella closing his lips around hers.

Sandara Isabella De Luca And Nicholas Rocco De Luca were born on May 7th, 2023.

PS: Watch out for bonus chapters featuring Allesandro and Arabella’s budding romance. For now, thanks for sticking by.

Also, there’s a Book Two.