Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 64

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 64 – Hurt Me

“She only eats these types of cookies. You can take the chocolate ones,” he yelled from near the fridge, grabbing a bottle of beer.

It was just the hint of rejection that spoiled my head, and I couldn’t help but grab the same cookie once again.

“I don’t care. You can get her more since you are dying to get in her p*an*tie*s,” I commented, taking a big bite from the cookie. I heard him spit out the beer and then briskly reach the island to glare at me.

“What did you say?” he demanded, I repeat myself.

“I know why are you being so nice to her. You want to sleep with her?” I repeated myself, taking another bite and watching his glare turn deadly.

“Don’t talk rubbish with me again,” he warned, his muscles popping visibly from the sleeveless shirt he was wearing.

“Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do,” I shrugged, trying to be playful. We had a poor argument in the afternoon. I thought one needed to lighten the mood. I was only joking and trying to be honest, but he was turning more aggressive with each passing minute.

“Do you say all these things on purpose? Your foul language is nastier than anything, and then you complain about why we brothers don’t even like you,” he scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. His words stunned me into immobility.

“You don’t like me?” I asked in a whisper, putting the half- eaten cookie down and waiting for his response.

“Nope! Nobody does,” he answered, ch**ging the beer down and acting like a complete do*chebag.

“That’s not true,” I whispered, genuinely feeling upset about his words.

“You can look away from the truth, but you cannot change my mind. It is true. You are the least attractive and very spoiled for being an omega. I don’t even understand how you don’t look at our faces and tell we are dying inside ever since we found out we are mates with you.” He put the bottle down and placed his hands on the counter from the other side to hunch over and focus on my face. It wasn’t like he couldn’t see the newly formed tears in my eyes, yet it didn’t stop him.

“What happened to the sa*s*sy Beatrice now? That was all? You wanted to be savage, so what happened?” He asked in a harsh tone, his eyes looking dull when they were staring at me.

“You are so rude,” I uttered through my quivering lips.

“I am. Can you do anything about it?” He asked again, nodding his head and clenching his jaw.

“This is what I am going to do from now on. The more you annoy someone, the more I will remind you how little needed you are. You want to be rude, then you will get the rude side of me in response.” He was sounding cold and harsh when talking to me.