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.

like this was making me feel guilty. And now that I have to clean her wound, I know I will feel

afraid of anyone,’ Hel com-mented,

the same last night. I

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

For a minute, I

me once again the moment my eyes traveled to her eyes. She was watching

what would have happened if we agreed to sleep here last night.’ It was then that

going to be our stepsister,’ I retorted angrily, shaking my head at him

happened; did you hear me?’ | growled, shutting

up good this time. ‘She was scared. She thought that would make us stay. Now that I’m thinking, I can only imagine how afraid she was

if she did take off her clothes and cuddle with us? Then

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,

have problems, but that doesn’t change the fact that these mothers and

just finished talking to Hel when I saw her eyelids move. Maybe she was waking 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

tell she was healing because the drops of blood dripping down her neck, even after putting

heals; I’m giving her the meds. I don’t want to know what she does when she is not on her pills. I was now uncomfortable, holding her so close and stick- ing my hand behind

her eyes was back to normal. She blinked those big eyelashes for