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.

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

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

me hell. 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

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

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

she asked me to stay in her room.’ Guilt took over me once again the moment my eyes traveled

agreed to sleep here

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

would have happened; did you hear

scared. She thought that would make us stay. Now that I’m thinking, I can only imagine how afraid she was to even suggest

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

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

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

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

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

her pills. I was now uncomfortable, holding

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