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.

I said reluctantly. It was just that seeing her like this was making me feel guilty. And now that I have to clean her wound, I know

being afraid of anyone,’ Hel com-mented,

I didn’t know she was genuinely scared.’ I rolled my eyes at Hel, who thought the same last night. I patched her up, but the moment she tried to lie down

around the corner. I don’t want her

her neck. For a minute, I kept staring at her

stay in her room.’ Guilt took over me once again the moment my eyes traveled to her eyes. She was watching

sleep here last night.’ It

retorted angrily, shaking my head at him for even

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

I’m thinking, I can only imagine how afraid she

just say, what if she did take off her clothes and cuddle with us? Then what?’

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

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

the clock and a wave of anxiety crossed me. I didn’t even notice when the time passed. It

healing because the drops of blood dripping down her neck, even after putting on so

moment she 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 neck. Her blood had

was back to normal. She blinked those big eyelashes for a mo. ment before