I'll reject you over again

I'll reject you over again
Sandro stared at Alessia for a while. She looked somewhat lifeless, and he would have thought she was dead if not for the rise and fall of her chest. Also, her fingers twitched.
He gripped the bar of the cage she was in and leaned in. "Alessia."
He kicked the cage with his booted feet, as she didn't respond to him. Slowly she lifted her head.
Alessia glanced at Sandro through blurry eyes. She didn't know what he wanted with her. She'd prefer he killed her rather than watch her suffer and die.
She had lost all hope. No one was coming to save her, not even Blaze, that promised to do his best to let her out of the cage.
Ever since his promise, she had not seen or heard from him.
Alessia only saw Janice, who did little to nothing to help her situation. It was as if she revelled in what was happening to her, just like Sandro.
"I'm glad you are not dead," Sandro said.
Alessia shut her eyes and opened them again. She could see him clearly, and she saw the frown on his face.
"I have a few questions to ask you. And I promise to let you go if you say nothing but the truth. And also, answer me correctly."
"If it is about Arabella, I swear on my mama's life; I do not know much. I have never met her, and I only saw a picture of her with a delicate rose underneath."
Alessia's lips trembled. she didn't know if it was okay to give Sandro all the information she knew about the other girl.
Arabella was in danger, and Alessia wondered what must have happened that made him so interested in her.
Sandro snarled, "You are telling me more lies."
"I do not..." The words died in her throat as Sandro gave her a hot smack.
Tears streamed down her face, and her cheeks stung.
"Where the hell is Arabella? Where are you all keeping her, and why was I deceived in taking you instead? Why the hell do you have to look so much like her?!"
Sandro growled at her, kicking her face.
Alessia's head reeled. She gasped and fell to the floor, although she was in a sitting position. The kick from Sandro made her laid face flat on the ground.
"Listen to me, Alessia." Sandro snarled. "You are paying for her sin. I do not care if you know nothing of what is going on; I am fucking killing you. It's your fault for looking so much like her. And when I get the bitch as well, I won't hesitate to do the same thing after I get what I wanted."
Alessia was a sobbing mess. Sandro had left after he told her what he would do with her. She was confused. In fact, his word confused her the more.
She was going to die, and it was unavoidable.
Alessia didn't see herself in the Rosette empire anymore. Instead, she would rot in Sandro's dungeon.

"Sweetheart."
Blaze opened his eyes as he heard Janice's voice.
He creased his brows as he glanced around the room. "Where's Thalia?"
Janice rolled her eyes. "I'm glad to see you too."
"When did she leave? I was expecting to see her when I came awake."
"But I am here. Who cares if Thalia is here or not?" Janice almost snapped at him. But she remembered he was a patient, and she needed to be gentle.
She flashed him a smile. Too sweet for Blaze likening, and he grimaced.
"Smiling makes you look weird."
"I think otherwise." She said with a shrug. "How do you feel?"
"Awful." He mumbled, pushing her hand that was on his forehead away.
He didn't know why; he did not enjoy Janice touching him. He felt as though he was betraying Arabella.
Blaze hadn't mated with her, and maybe it shouldn't be called a betrayer, but it was what he felt as if they had been intimate.
Janice leaned into him. Her breasts almost spilt out of the crochet top she donned, and he averted his gaze.
Blaze nudged her gently and murmured. "I need to come down. I don't know how long I have been confined on this bed."
And he needed to get to Arabella as well. He had left her in the hut. He wondered how she was faring and hoped she hadn't encountered any problems.
Moreover, he could not stop thinking of how pissed she'd be at him as he had locked her in.
"I can help you with whatever you need. I am here for a reason." Janice said. She caressed his hand and let her breasts brush his arms as he let her help him up.
He stepped towards the door, ignoring the sensual looks she was tossing his way.
Janice intercepted him and gripped his shoulder. She pushed her chest into his bare chest and hoisted herself on her feet, kissing him swiftly.
Blaze shoved her roughly, and he glared at her. "You need to stop this!"
"Being sick shouldn't make you a handicap. I can satisfy you..."
"Fucking stop it!" He yelled, and that got to her. He gripped her shoulder, shaking her slightly.
"I do not like you in the way you desire. Heck, I do not even see you as a mate. Of course, we fucked, but I guess you should have realised it was only because of Arabella I had touched you."
"Blaze," Janice mumbled. "I love you."
"You don't love me!" Blaze snapped. "You feel nothing for me, and I feel nothing for you. No matter how often you keep coming at me, I'll freaking reject you over again. It's best you look elsewhere."
Janice scowled. "You are a jerk, and you know that."
"A jerk that let you know the truth. That's who I'll be."
"A bástárd and a jerk." She shook his hands off her and ran out of the room as she felt the first sting of tears.
"I overdid it, didn't I, Red? She seems sad and mad at me." Blaze sighed, sitting on the bed.
"She's not our mate, and you should not care about her feeling." Red let out.
Blaze rolled his eyes. Of course, his wolf was cruel, and only when it came to Arabella, he only softened.
His mind returned to Arabella again, and he prayed for her safety.