Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

288-1 Am Guilty.

Maura's POV:

"I am sorry I almost forgot your mother is a weredragon," he then shook his head and rolled his eyes, trying to stay awake.

"It is okay/ I said as I kept staring at him. He hadn't said anything bad or expressed his anger towards my requesting of him to help a weredragon, but I am guessing he was going to do it now.

"Maura! It is will be a bit difficult to help you but I will do my best. She is a weredragon and I believe she is at a point where she needs to transition and recover from the years of long torture. I will suggest you don't give her the pills immediately and let her transform into a safe environment," he mumbled under his breath, scratching his stomach and gulping down the rest of the wine.

He was wasted at this point, so I couldn't argue with him about how once she transitions, somebody will see and hurt her.

So I didn't do much and helped him walk over to the couch and lie down.

"You need to rest,' I said to him, taking the bottle out of his hand and leaving it near the table.

“The mountain has some hunters—so be wary of the —area and don't go around—,“ he was speaking in his sleep at this point. I watched him change his side and doze off.

with that room was a kitchen. My mother was sleeping in that room and since we haven't removed the shackles from around her wrist yet, I didn't fear her transitioning. Zane had fallen asleep on

in front of Zane and kept staring at his face. There was this guilt inside me that wouldn't let me rest. Although I was tired, I just couldn't rest

did this to her," I rubbed my hands on my face and stepped away from Zane.

giving myself an explanation, but nothing seemed

I grew jealous of Beatrice. It has to be in the back of my hand that I didn't

of Beatrice's innocent face, I realized I need to correct what

her," I said to myself. I could have asked Zane and

anything, I messed her up, so I should take

house in a hurry and started

that far for me since I was used to walking miles every

After sprinting as if my life depended on it,

that I have come

silence. He has to be in the basement. Just the thought of him hurting Beatrice made me want to hit myself.

the basement door was left open. He had been doing this for so long that he didn't fear anybody would catch him. Besides, nobody would ever visit us, so he had grown fearless

vase from the side table before slamming the door to get his attention. Right after that, I rushed over to the kitchen on the side and hid behind the wall. I was shaking while holding

upstairs and then head toward the