Taken By The Mafia Lord

The doctor came over, even though it would have been much better to visit the hospital. To be honest, it was quite awkward for Arianna considering that the doctor, even though she’s a female – yep, Marcel would never have a male around her, doctor or not – asked a lot of intimate questions and they all revolved around her sex life and sexual history. She also asked about her medical history and checked her blood pressure, and she might even need a pelvic exam.

However, the issue at hand was that she and Marcel had been having vaginal sex, so it was hard to predict if she was pregnant or not. It was too early to have a pregnancy test done and her menstrual period was a week away. In one word, if she missed her period, she’s going to be a mother.

But until then, the doctor asked that they practice abstinence – which was the safest – or they could use protection and no contraceptive pill since there could be some side effects if she turned up pregnant. However, if she doesn’t turn out pregnant, then in their next meeting, they would discuss what type of birth control would work best for her.

But then, one should see the happiness on Marcel’s face, he was one hundred percent sure that she was pregnant. According to Marcel and he quotes, “My seeds are potent and with my strong will, I would have enough children surrounding my table in time.” He still hasn’t given up on having a large family.

Thanks to that, Arianna was slightly afraid and had come to believe that she was pregnant. There was another being living inside of her? God, this was messed up. Arianna was not ready to be a mother yet and there was just too much on her plate. This can’t be true.

“You have nothing to be afraid of,” Marcel said to her, kissing her temple as they laid down on the bed. Arianna was snuggled close to him and his arms around her waist made her feet protected.

They said werewolf females mated with males strong enough to provide for them, Arianna felt that way right now because she could feel the assurance in Marcel’s words.

“I know getting pregnant was not on your agenda and I apologize for my recklessness. I should have been more careful, instead of being engulfed with passion.” He apologized to her and that melted her heart.

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The Mafia Lord keeps surprising her day after day. It was as if the more she stayed with Marcel, she found out that there was more to him. All this while, he has been hiding this part of him and only showed her the side of Marcel, the leader, who knew there was a tender side to him as well?

“I was engulfed with passion as well,” Arianna shared a part of the blame. It takes two to tango and she wouldn’t stay here and pretend that it was entirely his fault. She could have stopped him, insisted he used protection, but she wanted the whole of him. To feel him raw. To feel him skin to skin.

She added, “But we can’t be sure until a week later. You could be making a huge deal of nothing, Marcel.” Arianna reminded him and there was still that part of her that wished it wasn’t true. She loved children, but her child deserved a stable environment and right now, her life was anything but that.

“I told you, my love,” Marcel was confident, “I trust the power of my seed,” He said cockily.

Arianna didn’t want to kill Marcel’s hope, but she secretly prayed to God that it wouldn’t come true. This was not the time. So she didn’t argue further about the issue and relaxed in his warmth, drawing circles on his chest as she was lost in her thoughts.

“You’re nothing like your father,” Arianna didn’t even know when the words left her mouth. She had been thinking of his sister, Chloe, and the sacrifices he made to keep her safe – by agreeing to marry Clara. If Marcel didn’t like the girl, he wouldn’t bother about her, after all, they weren’t even blood-related. But here he was, doing everything possible to bring her home.

But to her surprise, Marcel chuckled at that statement as if she made a wrong judgment about him.

“What?” She was confused.

Marcel smirked flatly as he countered her statement, “I’m everything like my father. The same blood that runs through him runs through my veins.”

Her blood ran cold and the expression fell from her face, but only for a second because Arianna was ready to prove him wrong, however, he pressed his finger against her moving lips, hinting that he wasn’t done speaking.

“The only difference between my father and I are decisions. My father made up his mind to go down that lane and I decide on the path I want. But don’t for one moment think that I’m not capable enough to commit the same atrocity he did, because that’s what I’m born to do, my love,” He brushed his finger across her lips and it parted instinctively, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. She was insanely attracted to Marcel if he could light her up with just one touch.

“I’m the villain of this story, not a prince in charming armor and you could have run from me, but you choose to stay, making you that anchor that would always pull me back whenever I dangle too long in the darkness. So I’m telling you now in case you’re mistaken about all of this or what I feel for you...” He glanced down at her and those eyes of his were deadly serious and dark, “There’s no going back, Arianna, it’s the both of us now. ”

Arianna should be scared out of her mind considering those words from Marcel were giving her the creeper alert, but she wasn’t scared. Because if Marcel was Hades, the king of the underworld, then she must be his everlasting love, Persephone.