Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

143-Another Thirsty Mate

Helel left me alone in the kitchen after he displayed disap- pointment. I couldn’t even stop him because his hatred for weredragons was enough to scare me off.

In the next two days, I had to attend school even though I was extremely terrified that my mom would arrive and beat me up.

They had worked on our school’s building and made it look brand new again. It was weird to be back at school and face Mariah, who was already wandering in the hallway with her friends.

“Hey!” Before she could approach me, I heard Flynn’s voice from behind me. I didn’t stop and kept walking in the di-rection of the lockers.

“Beatrice!” He rushed over and stood beside my lockers.

“What are you wearing?” he asked the first thing when I stopped at my locker.

I looked down at my white skirt, and the most prominent thing was my cleavage. Although the blue top had a deep cleavage, it wasn’t something I was wearing exclusively. There was no dress code at school today, so I wanted to wear some- thing cute and naughty. However, Flynn looked flustered.

“If you are asking this question because you are im- pressed and want to buy this dress for someone or yourself, then I can give you details of what she is wearing. But if you are asking this because you think it is inappropriate, then I have only one thing to say to you—–” I paused to narrow my eyes at his face. “I’m sorry, but who are you?” I nodded with a stern face while he looked shocked.

glare deepening into my

me that I have an incompetent mate who made fun of me in- stead of accepting me when it was the right time?” I said as I recalled the horrible first day of school. I relied on

good friends too, and he threw it

wider and watch him in disbelief. He really thought that would be

bobbed my

empty classroom at the end of the hallway?” He

planning to bully me again, are you?” I

the hallway where he would be waiting for me. “I am waiting,” he said, walking away after

kept staring at the hallway, and decid- ed what to do. He wasn’t wrong about the fact that we were still mates.

the classroom. With my heart pumping hard in my chest, I pushed the door open and

folding my arms over my chest and

were my mate, my fated mate, and I fucked up. I was the one who convinced you that we could be more than just friends and then humili- ated you in front of everyone. I am really sorry. I want to cor- rect

for a minute. After he was

I, Alpha Flynn Winchester—,” As I heard his surname, I felt icky but couldn’t say more because I had an issue at hand that needed my

I smirked as I stepped aside and opened the door to the principal and his sweet

gulped, looking petrified of her