Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 12

12-Her Lifeless Body In My Arms

Helel’s POV:

I couldn’t believe she suggested something so disgusting to me. Did she think I was hungry for her body?

‘F*cking hell!’ I groaned angrily, complaining to my wolf.

‘She looked so innocent when asking for your help. And then she said those things and made herself look evil,’ Hel agreed with me.

‘I hate it when somebody throws their body on someone,’ I grunted, entering my room and slamming the door shut.

‘Do you think she was pretending to be scared?’ Hel was probably not fully certain if she was acting, but I knew she was.‘

She probably got it from her mother. They must have planned all this. Remember how she accused Zane of harass- ing her? She will accuse me if I stay in her room or help her with anything.’ I was ready to go to bed. I didn’t care how scared she was; she could lie to others but not to me.

‘Hm, so you think she wants to trap one of your brothers?’ Hel asked.

‘Of course.’ I sighed.

‘I don’t f*cking care anymore. She is probably sleeping peacefully and thinking about trapping someone else,’ I added, after jumping into my bed. The moment I rested in bed, I fell asleep.

Now hers

After training young wolves and then attending meetings in the firm, who wouldn’t doze off at the very first contact with a soft pillow and their comfortable bed?

However, I woke up early for my morning workout. Rou- tine and discipline are the keys to success. I learned it only when I was a kid. Slipping into my black tracksuit and marched towards the backyard.

One could see the light slowly consuming the darkness and taking over the world.

I had only warmed up when I heard blood-curdling screams coming from the window of the mansion. It didn’t take me long to comprehend that the owner of the voice was none other than Beatrice.

“What the heck is going on?” It was something that had never happened before. Her cries shook me in my body as if she had seen a ghost.

Before I could sprint towards the entrance, she appeared in the window. She was frantically yelling and looking away so as to prevent seeing whatever had ticked her off.

“Beatrice!” I waved my hand to get her attention, but the moment she looked down, a gasp heaved from my lips.

The blue in her eyes was missing. The white in her eyes seemed to have swallowed the beautiful blue-colored lens of her eyes. There was only a line of that white color.

And that’s when she crashed against the window. The window shattered, and Beatrice came crashing down. I was a little farther away from her. By the time I gathered all my en- ergy and rushed toward her, it was too late.