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.

he stepped away, I slid into his jacket but ran to the other side of the café to get

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 of Helel. I stopped crying in front of them after some

whisper from beside me prompted me to

I forced a smile onto my lips and cleaned my tears with the

uses those these days. It made me

me to sit down on the steps of the backdoor of the café. Once I sat down, she followed me, too.

her eyes on the wall in front of her. We were sitting in a

to the other side. I believe she, too, didn't want to cry in front of

seen my father. It is always easier not to miss someone you have not seen than to lose someone you have known for years." I sighed, cleaning my cheeks

as she talked about Helel and me. My body shuddered

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

mumbled, and I had to

man who carves you would look at you." Her explana- tion tinted my cheeks red. I cleared my throat uncomfortably and contemplated whether I should tell her that my mother is marrying Lord Vasquez

with that being in my