Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

13-Her Amazing Body

Helel’s POV:

“We will just clean up her wounds and—,” Akin paused when his phone rang in his shorts’ pockets.

“I’m in my room. Why?” He answered the call, looking anx- ious.

“Oh! I’ll be right there,” He hung up and slapped his fore- head.

“Please don’t tell me that was her mother,” I asked, point- ing at Beatrice.

“That was the elder of the council. Zane and Flynn left home at midnight and vandalized some abandoned build- ings.” I could hear the tiredness in Akin’s voice. It has become a routine. The instant those two get into an argument, they go out and vandalize buildings to get their anger out.

Later, Akin and I have to clean up the mess after them.

“Don’t tell me you are leaving me alone here,” I asked when I watched him get out of bed.

“It’s not like I have a choice. I’ll go check up on those two before somebody comes here and gets us both occupied. You take care of her while I go deal with this mess,” Akin probably didn’t hear when Zane said Beatrice acts differently when she is not on her meds.

me feel

being afraid of anyone,’ Hel com-mented, as he noticed

scared.’ I rolled my eyes at Hel, who thought the same

again. 8 was right around the corner. I don’t want

up, my hand behind her neck. For a minute, I kept staring

stay in her room.’ Guilt took over me once again the moment my

have happened if we agreed to sleep here last night.’ It was then that Hel lost it

our stepsister,’ I retorted angrily, shaking my head at him for even thinking that.

have happened; did you hear

thinking, I can only imagine how afraid she was to even suggest something like that.’ My eyes traveled back to her face. I was holding her up in a sitting

say, what if she did take off her clothes and cuddle with

over my body. Besides, she is supposed to be our stepsister. There will never be anything more than that be- tween us.’ I made my point clear to him, just in case he was thinking otherwise. I knew there was no way my father would have a mating ceremony with her mother, yet I wouldn’t want to think of her in any other

might have problems, but that doesn’t change the fact that these mothers and daughters came here to take

up. My face turned to the clock and a wave of anxiety crossed me. I didn’t even notice when the time passed. It was 9 am already. Have I been silently looking

dripping down her neck, even after putting on so many ban- dages, had

she is not on her pills. I was now uncomfortable, holding her so close and stick- ing my

opening her eyes. The blue in her eyes was back to normal. She blinked those big eyelashes for a mo. ment before her