Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 156

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 156 – They Are Nasty For f*uc*king

“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, making me close my eyes and squirm inside. The reason I was so reluctant to speak to Maddox was because I had no explanation 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.

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“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 left the jacket on my shoulders and then gestured at me to stay behind while he brought the car. As soon as he stepped away, I slid into his 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 high hopes.

“I am 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 of Helel. I stopped crying in front of them after some time.

“I’ve never seen anybody cry so pretty,” a lovely whisper from beside me prompted me to turn around and look at Maura.

“Oh! I am not crying,” I f*orc*ed a smile onto my lips and cleaned my tears with the back of my hand, “It is the dust particles,” I lied.

“Here,” she said, handing me her handkerchief, which I accepted. Nobody uses those these days. It made me smile be- cause her handkerchief smelt very pleasant and comforting.

“This used to be my mother’s,” Maura said, gesturing for me to sit down on the steps of the backdoor of the café. Once I sat down, she followed me, too.