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.

Hel com-mented, as he noticed how

genuinely scared.’ I rolled my eyes at Hel, who thought the same last

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

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

her room.’ Guilt took over me once again the moment

if we agreed to sleep here last night.’ It was then that

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

you hear

She thought that would make us stay. Now that 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 position, my

did take off her clothes

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

doesn’t change the fact that

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 am already. Have I been silently

because the drops of blood dripping down her neck, even after putting on so many ban- dages,

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

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