Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 382

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

Chapter 382 Her Crazy Mate

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“Her weredragon mate called me,” I explained again, watching their faces go through many emotions.

“Her weredragon mate? I don’t get it,” obviously Helel let out a disturbing grunt as he clenched his jaw and asked me to explain my comment further.

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“Is there one more?” Zane, who had been arguing and fighting with his own brother for Beatrice, sounded very disappointed.

“Yeah! I don’t know how or what happened, but—,” I stopped when Colt got up from the couch only to sit on the carpet with his hand on his head.

“He is going to kill me,” he gasped, showing intense fear when talking about someone.

It was only then that we realized we could ask him about this guy.

“Who?” Reign asked him.

“S*hi*t! How did I forget about it,” he started cussing out loud, making our hearts miss a beat.

“Colt! Tell us what’s going on?” I demanded, because it would only be possible for us to think of a plan if he told us everything.

“Remember when Beatrice used to be afraid of her scent being chased by someone?” he brought up a distant memory that we all had forgotten about.

“She used to be afraid of the dark, but I guess that was something Scarlet had embedded in her mind,” Maddox said, recalling the exact thing Colt was talking about.

“No! That was not just an empty threat. She was indeed being followed, but not by anyone. Instead, his scent,” Colt explained.

“So, all the weredragons are stuck in the Midwest? I was there too. Every few months, our new weredragon king would try to send out one warrior to find Beatrice. And every time her scent would flourish, the warrior would try to follow it to find her. However, the warriors wouldn’t stay alive for too long, and they would return to the Midwest prison. It was just the type of cage we were in, only warriors, one at a time, could leave, but they must return. Take it like a fish without water. However, when I sent it out, I realized I wasn’t feeling suffocated. I was supposed to return in order for him to keep a track of her scent, but when I didn’t, he lost the ability to keep track, and hence no one else could come out of the Midwest prison. I didn’t go back, and well, now I have no idea how he called you, but it only means one thing—” Colt took a pause and mumbled, “The Midwest is no longer in a cage.”

When everybody was shocked, Zane frowned and turned to Colt, “Did you know she was a princess?”

“No! I didn’t. I am just now connecting the dots,” he looked genuine, but he wasn’t the problem here. The problem was that this mate of hers claimed to have her pendant, and he was no longer in the cage.