Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 462

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

Chapter 452 He Saw The Mark

I entered the castle to find Zane, and there he was, sitting on the high chair. Some of our girls were dancing in front of him to please him. They all looked miserably scared of him but kept a forced smile on their l*ips.

He was drinking and leaning back in the chair, his l*egs stretched out. I can’t believe he was so happy after killing his brother.

As I briskly made my way to the DJ, I gestured at him to stop the music.

“Stop this nonsense,” I yelled, watching Zane from far away. He straightened his back in the chair and raised the glass of wine in his h*and.

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“It seems like my mate doesn’t like seeing me enjoy myself with someone other than her,” he commented with a smirk on his l*ips.

It was already a victory for him that I ran like a headless chicken to arrive here. And seeing me angry gave him another reason to think he had won.

I looked around and found men in black around him. Those were his guards now. The alpha king, who used to hate criminals, was now surrounded by them. And was, in fact, one of them now.

“Hey, my sweet mate,” he tilted his head and said with a grin. The innocence in his eyes had disappeared.

Or should I say he was not caring about innocents anymore?

I briskly walked closer to him and snatched the glass out of his h*and to slam it on the floor. It shattered, and silence struck everyone. The girls began to run out of the mansion, and now it was just Zane, his guards and I. Even when I told Akin I would not argue with Zane, it didn’t make sense for me to come here and sit silently. This was my lair. I would not let him do whatever shitty things he wants to do.

“Hmm, you seemed angry. I was only watching them dance, but in my head— I was with you. Don’t be jealous,” he murmured dramatically, with a fake pout on his l*ips.

He was insolent before, but now he was intolerable.

“You! Why did you come here?” I yelled, pointing my f*inger at his chest.

“Why? I cannot meet my mother-in- law?” he frowned when questioning me.

I had to take a deep breath to calm down in order to have a talk with him. But every time I heard him talk, I imagined listening to Maddox ask him why he killed him. And it made me lose control.

“Listen to me,” I hunched over and grabbed his collar, pulling him forward in the chair, “I am not your mate and I will never be.”