Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 309

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 309 – The Miserable Weredragon!

Maura Despair:

“I was wrongfully accused of something that I didn’t do,” Gwen said in a shaky tone. She hadn’t stopped crying since she awoke from the dead. I have brought her food but haven’t unchained her yet. If I did so, she would transition again, and I wouldn’t be able to fight her then.

“I am so sorry that this happened to you,” although she didn’t tell me exactly what went wrong, I could tell the werewolves accused her of something like they always do to the weredragons.

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“What are you doing here, and how did you bring me back to life?” Every time she mentioned her death, she appeared depressed.

“Oh! I am not like any of you,” I said, “I am a Huldra!”

“The one born from the weredragon and a werewolf?” She seemed to know a lot, and it stunned me. Not many people knew of a Huldra, but she was well educated on a lot of things.

“How do you know about me?” I asked her.

“I was working for someone—I grew up with someone who knew about all this stuff. I don’t know what happened to him, but I am a*s*suming he didn’t get to live very long, either. They must have caught him too,” Gwen whispered and hugged herself while sighing defeatedly.

“I would unchain you but —,” I murmured and stole my eyes from her. “I know. You don’t believe me. And I wouldn’t blame you, but I am thankful of you for saving my life,” Gwen smiled for the first time. Her green eyes were genuinely shining on me.

“I would do it for my kind any day,” I smiled back at her. Obviously, weredragons were what I called my people. The werewolves refused to claim me anyway. While talking to me, she suddenly remembered something and touched her neck.

“Wait! where did it go?” She started looking around and then gasped.

“What is wrong?” I inquired, watching her uncomfortably search for something. “My— pendant. I was —supposed to have my pendant—,” she said, seeming so miserable when recalling her pendant.

I knew why. Without her pendant, she would no longer have control over her full dragon form.

“I think somebody st—” I was still talking when her eyes traveled to my neck and a frown appeared on her face.

“That is my pendant—,” the wide smile of finding what you have lost covered her l*ips, but I shook my head and held the pendant tightly in my fist.

“That’s mine—,” I stuttered as I moved away from her.

“But you are not a weredragon,” she seemed on edge. I think she wanted to accuse me of stealing it, but because I was the only one who could aid her, she kept her cool with me.