Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

15-Make Him Stay In My Room For The Night

“Excuse me?” Helel gulped the food down his throat with difficulty and looked at me.

“I know you felt it too,” I said, watching him frown more.

“Don’t ever say that again,” he hissed, keeping his voice low. His muscles stretched, and his already buff body looked even more threatening.

“I don’t want to either. It’s not like I am dying to be mates with someone who can’t even protect me,” I said with a sassy attitude. I must look desperate to instigate him.

“Why do you say such things?” He frowned, obviously an- gry about me always taking a piss on his ability to fight.

“If you hurt me, I’ll hurt you too,” I stated without a delay. If he is going to say hurtful things, I’ll say them back.

“I’m a chameleon, Helel. I learn and absorb,” I stated, re- calling my mother’s words. She always told me I could be tamed. My master wants to tame me. But the sad part is, the more I learn from someone, the more I grow dependent on them.

“Listen, there has to be some kind of misconception here. Maybe your wolf woke up after a long time and, in utter des- peration, felt the mate bond with me.” He was still trying to find a loophole.

“Ha! My wolf was desperate. But what about your wolf?” I questioned him.

“You know what? I’m not keeping you safe.” He let out a scoff after I’d pissed him off enough.

It slipped out of my mouth. I can never ask Flynn. He never made me addicted to him; he never taught me anything. So, not wanting

huffed at me, confusing me with his intentions. He didn’t want to protect me, and neither did he like me asking

desperate to live. I’m sure he will be on board to keep me safe,” I whispered under my breath. I expected him to get jealous and agree to take care of me, but I guess

in your room. I don’t care,” he fisted the counter and muttered the

say anything else to him. I just hated the fact that I got to be so desperate and needy, all because I don’t want to be taken away by

have never cooked before. So I grabbed a toast and wandered around until I saw Akin’s study. His door was left open. Something irked me into peek- ing inside.

marched in. His study was

at the beauty of it until my eyes landed on his laptop. There was a report on the screen with a young girl’s face and her

table on the side where the laptop

gasped because I had heard that name

know when Akin arrived, but when I turned around, I saw him leaning against the open door and staring

shook my head,

and steadily

in my study, Beatrice?” He asked politely but kept his strict demeanor

getting bored,” I said. He leaned back on the table, his feet stretched out

looked taller than

fold- ed his arms over his beautiful blue suit, his eyes staring at

I felt shy in his presence. I

said calmly. It