Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 427

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

Chapter 417 My Innocent And Sweet Akin (Beatrice Dismay)

I was lost in what I’d heard from Akin. His confession ruined everything. I was confused for a moment and even stared at his face for too long before I shook my head and held his hands again.

“So, you accidentally left it there?” I asked without showing any skepticism, but it was indeed frightening that they described his wolf. I get it. He must be running around, and they got scared of his big wolf.

“I was there when I saw one of the girls drowning. I tried to reach them, but I was in my wolf form. However, they started screaming and didn’t even let me do any savings. I was shocked because some of the claims they were beginning to make were far from the truth,” he explained as he recalled the whole incident. It was indeed confusing because the girls looked and sounded genuinely frightened.

“Maybe someone is behind all this mess,” I said as I stroked my chin, brainstorming what is going on here. It started off with an incident, but now it was only growing.

These claims have made my people very hostile toward the mention of werewolves. Imagine how they must feel whenever they see Akin wandering around. I looked at him and smiled weakly. It was true. I was worried about his safety now.

“I think you should go back home,” my words must have hurt him because he freed his hands from my hands and pulled back in his seat.

“Do you think I might be hiding something?” he asked, his eyes expressing the hurt he must have felt from my words. The air was thick with tension as Akin questioned me, his eyes searching for any hint of doubt in my response. I felt a pang of guilt at the hurt expression on his face.

“No, I will never doubt you,” I said, determinedly, as I took his hands in mine and leaned in closer to his face. “I didn’t doubt you, even when they showed me the coat or when you confessed to being around those girls.”

“Akin, I know you well enough to say that you would never do anything evil,” I mumbled, and as I leaned in closer, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face, and I could see the pain in his eyes slowly dissipating. His hands felt warm and comforting in mine. I squeezed them gently to let him know that I was there for him. “I am asking you to leave because I feel like there is a conspiracy happening here. They are trying to portray you wrong just so that they can find a reason to harm y—ou,” I was sitting close enough with him and talking in whispers, looking deeply through his eyes. It was so that he could look into my eyes and see the fear of him getting hurt.

“And leave you alone here? No!” He snapped, pulling his hands out of mine and leaning back on the couch, “They are trying to scare me away from you. I will not leave you no matter what, Beatrice.”

“You don’t understand,” I sighed and shook my head.

“I understand everything very well. I am not a child. I am not leaving you here among these people who have lost the understanding of differentiating between right and wrong,” he sounded aggressive when letting me know there is no amount of terror they can cause him to leave me here by myself.