Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

15 They Are Nasty For Fucking

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"Then you shouldn't even be talking to me," I blurted out after feeling exhausted. Colt got caught because of me and here I am, unable to convince a single brother to help him out and don't let him become a victim of their hatred for other creatures.

"What is happening to you? You are more concerned about Colt than Maddox? you have not asked me once where he is and how he is doing." Helel shook his head at me, mak- ing me close my eyes and squirm inside. The reason I was so reluctant to speak to Maddox was because I had no explana- tion to give him.

If only I could tell him that I am a weredragon, I wouldn't have to hide from him. But they would never understand. They think I am being difficult when, in reality; I am scared of the treatment they will show me once the truth comes out.

"Helel! Why can't you help Colt for me?" I couldn't help but be direct with him. He placed his hands on his waist and stared at me in disbelief.

"You are asking me to break the pack laws for that were- dragon? I cannot believe you would ask something like that from me." Helel sounded offended when he heard that I was asking him to do that.

"Take this. It is cold." He then watched me stare down and gave me his jacket. I didn't even know how to react to him anymore.

jacket but ran to the other side of the café to get myself together. I knew he couldn't help me, but it was an attempt I made with

so sorry, I couldn't help you." I covered my face with. my hands and sobbed, "I am left with no option but to---- do something that might expose my truth. But I will do it to save you," I said as I cried softly. I didn't want to cry in front

pretty," a lovely whisper from beside me prompted me to turn around and look at

and cleaned my tears with the back of my hand, "It is the dust par-

me her handkerchief, which I ac- cepted. Nobody uses those these days.

to be my mother's," Maura said, gesturing for me to sit down on the steps of

eyes on the wall in front of her. We were sitting in a tight alleyway, having a heart-to- heart conversation.

whis- pered, and then turned her face to the other side. I believe she, too, didn't want to cry in front of

someone you have not seen than to lose someone you have known for

she talked about Helel and

a nervous laugh, remem- bering all the times Helel and I had

bit weirdly," she mumbled, and I had to look at her to ask her through my eyes what she

have not noticed it. He looks at you the way a man who carves you would look at you." Her explana- tion tinted my

that being in my