Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 73

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 73 – A Douchebag Indeed.

“What does that mean?” I asked for more clarification since his words caught me off guard. Now that we are dressed up again, it is a lot easier to have a decent conversation and not stare at each other’s body parts and get horny.

“I might sound like a douchebag to you, but I am not planning to accept you,” he said, and my eyes traveled into space. “Things happened between us, but I never promised you anything. So if you are thinking we are headed toward a relation- ship, I am sorry. I never intended to give you false hope.” he sounded very guilty and apologetic and that k*illed me inside.

“What if it was Gwen?” I asked out of the blue. I had a problem, one of many problems, in fact. I couldn’t keep my thoughts to myself. Being subtle about something was not something I was good at. I would rather be upfront than linger around.

“What? Why did you have to bring her up?” He frowned, looking upset at the mention of her name.

“Because I want to know. You think I don’t see the look you and Akin give her? Be honest with me. I am your mate and I deserve to know.” I demanded as I rushed to the door and blocked his way out.

“Bea! Don’t act like a child and get out of my way,” he insisted, not even looking my way.

“First, tell me what is going on between you and Gwen?” I insisted on knowing before I stepped aside and let him walk out of the room. I had a feeling that if he didn’t tell me clearly, I would end up falling into the trap of anxiety.

He stared at me with an exhausted look on his face for a minute before rolling his eyes and giving up.

“It is true,” he whispered, making my heart miss a beat.

“What is true? Explain your answer,” I demanded, sounding even more aggressive this time. He parted his lips and let out a deep breath before nodding to himself as if he were convincing his wolf that they should better let me know now than later.

“I do like her,” he finished, and my face softened. I wanted to cry instantly, but that would make him hold in the information, so I regained my posture.

“And what about me?” I asked in a murmur.

“Bea! It was just a one-time thing. If I had a tiny bit of an idea that you would take it that seriously, I would have f*orc*ed myself to walk away,” he said, and the amount of regret he showed for sleeping with me scattered my confidence.

“Besides, you have so many mates and there are so many restrictions-” He was in the process of making up excuses when I intervened.

“When you truly want to be with someone, you fight all the restrictions and be with them,” I commented, and by the looks of how he nodded, he agreed with me.