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 guilty. And now that I have to

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

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

right around the corner. I don’t want her

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

the moment my eyes traveled to her eyes. She

to sleep here last night.’ It was then that Hel

I retorted angrily, shaking my head at him for even thinking that. It is disgusting to

you hear me?’ |

I’m 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

clothes and cuddle

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

the fact that these mothers and

move. Maybe she was waking up. My face turned to the clock and a wave of anxiety crossed me. I

tell she was healing because the drops of blood dripping down her neck, even after putting on so many ban-

is not on her pills. I was now uncomfortable, holding her so close and stick- ing my hand behind her neck. Her blood had dried up on my

She blinked those big