Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Since I realized he wasn’t into talking for the night, I sat down in the bed in silence and covered mv face with mv hands. I never wished to be the Mistress of doomsday. But neither did they intend to be my victims.

“Ah!” he groaned, “I’m sorry. I just don’t know what is going on with me. I am not like that. I know you are my Beatrice. So, it doesn’t matter who you are. I believe in you; I believe in the goodness in you,” he placed the orange oil bottle down and came closer, sitting on his knees in front of me. I freed my face from the cage of my hands and watched him look into my eyes. At least he was talking now.

I was feeling much better now that he was talking to me. His silence would have killed me.

“You also need to understand something,” he then got up and sat beside me in the bed, “Some things have changed in me, Beatrice. It is as if there is a part of me that is really against the idea of crime, criminals, and evil. Although it is hard for me to control and limit that part when it comes to others, but with you—,” he took a brief pause just to cup my face in his hands and smiled, “I’m sure I can take care of that hero ego.”

With those words, he pressed his lips against mine.

deep into the kiss with him. But it wasn’t

happened?” I asked while

the whole day, getting tired,” he whispered awkwardly, most definitely lying to me. It was heartbreaking to see the man who always wanted to touch me be so reluctant now. He stole his eyes from me and marched away to finish preparing

for him to kill his new hero ego, or, should I say, his basic

he finished the massage, he grabbed the pillow and his blanket to go

something that struck

the couch?” I had to muster all the strength possible to even ask him that question. He looked like he had been caught off guard

gave me

going. Hiding our emotions was not going to help us in a long run. I wondered if his wolf would ever be able to look past the

you need the proper rest and don’t want to be bothered when you move around in the bed,” there was an awkward smile on his lips when he was trying to convince me that this

he then asked, and

smile before getting in bed and

refused to call him out and make him uncomfortable. He wasn’t in control of how he felt now. The majority of it came from his new identity. He was born again to

bed until I could hear him breathe peacefully. It was a

you,’ Ace

not even going to argue with you anymore,’ I don’t know why, but I was blaming her for our new identity, as if she chose to

into the closet and filled my bag with a few of

what to do

fall out of love with me