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.

his glare deepening into my

Where did you wake up from? You have been miss- ing for months and suddenly you are coming back to remind 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 him so much, and he ruined everything for

but good friends too, and he threw it all away just to please

wider and watch him in disbelief.

I bobbed my

should forget about it. It happened a long time ago. Why don’t we start over? Why don’t you meet me in the empty classroom at the end of

again, are

hallway where he would be waiting for me. “I am waiting,”

my spot, kept staring at the hallway, and decid- ed what to do. He wasn’t wrong about the fact that

chest, I pushed the door open and

gently folding my arms over

belittled you. You 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

away from him for a minute. After he was done talking,

I heard his surname, I felt icky but couldn’t say more because I

special days?” I smirked as I stepped aside and opened the door to the principal and his sweet

gulped, looking petrified of