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.

was making me feel guilty. And now

Hel com-mented, as he noticed how slow I became when getting into

at Hel, who thought the same last night. I patched her up, but the moment she tried

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

behind her neck. For a minute, I kept

the moment my

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

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

happened; did you hear

I’m thinking, I can only imagine how afraid she was to even suggest something like that.’ My eyes traveled back

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

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

but that doesn’t change the fact that these

had 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

the drops of blood dripping down her neck, even after putting

on her pills. I was now uncomfortable, holding her so close and stick- ing my hand behind

normal. She blinked those big