Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 425

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

Chapter 415 The Nasty Culprit (Beatrice Dismay)

“There was a big black wolf. He was staring at us and even coming towards us,” the first girl and the oldest of them all cried. We had sat them down in our foyer and had been trying to comfort them.

The girls were in the age range of 24, 22, and 20. They were extremely gorgeous and full of potential. They claimed to have gone to the river to swim around n*aked when they found a wolf spying on them. Once they were n*aked and in a very miserable state in the water, the wolf came out and attacked them.

“So the motive was—,” Igor paused as he uncomfortably adjusted his coat.

“It was to do things with us against our will,” the girl said, filling her face in her hands and beginning to cry.

“What is happening in our lair? Since when did our women become targets of all this nonsense?” My mom whimpered at the condition of the girls. They were badly shaken up and unable to pull themselves together. I felt bad for the girls.

“Vincent, please drive them back home safely and hire a guard on their doors for the next few days until this wolf is caught,” I ordered Vincent, who nodded instantly and got on his feet to fulfill my wishes. He seemed to be a good handyman and was always attentive, too.

“We were better off in a prison than living in a world where we only looked like s*ex objects,” an old lady complained, and the others agreed with her. I noticed the way Igor scanned her from head to toe and then shook his head.

“It is not like you have to be worried about anything,” he scoffed and rolled his eyes very disrespectfully.

As the people began to leave the foyer, a guard briskly made his way inside with something in his hands.

“Your highness, I found this near the river. The werewolf must have left it behind accidentally after transitioning back into his human form,” he said, handing me over a coat, and just by looking at it, I felt my chest tightening.

It was Akin’s coat.

I swiftly looked around in search of him and found him missing.

As everybody left and only my mom, me, and Igor left, I noticed their quizzical stares. Igor made direct eye contact with me before his eyes landed on the coat again. He would always make these faces, and the reason behind them was very apparent from his gestures alone.

“This is Akin’s coat, isn’t it?” Igor finally broke the silence. My heart skipped a beat, realizing what they were implying. It was indeed a mystery that his coat was found

near the river, as was the fact that the girl’s description of a wolf was exactly what Akin’ s wolf was.

“It is?” My mom gasped and snatched it out of my hands to smell it.