Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 93

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 93 – Welcome Home, Stranger

I got out of my room to look for him when he told me he had managed to enter the mansion by telling the guards he was my friend. I couldn’t tell how someone could be so confident, but I was impressed. I found him standing on the porch, probably looking around to find a way to break the door open and walk inside. I am sure that’s why he wanted to know where my bedroom was, because he thought he could find it by himself.

“Get inside.” I opened the door and held him by his shiny black jacket and pulled him into the mansion. He looked shocked at the moment, but then realized I was afraid of get- ting caught with him.

“Why did you do that?” I asked while rolling my eyes at him.

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“You said I could meet you here.” He shrugged, his eyes wandering around and scanning every little detail of the mansion.

“Fine. Come with me to my room.” I said, and he followed me in silence. I don’t know if it was a good idea to bring the stranger to my room, but I just did it.

Once he was in my bedroom, I watched his mouth form a big O.

“This room is vast. What do you do in here, play football?” he asked in amusement, taking a full circle and talking about how spacious it was.

“Colt! Sorry for earlier. I didn’t bring my teacher into the woods,” I said as I recalled how our last conversation went.

“I reckoned,” he answered, finally lowering his face and then walking over to my bed. He jumped on it without even asking my permission first. I realized he wasn’t like a normal werewolf. His mannerisms were different. Or, more like, he didn’t have any manners.

“Can you not-ugh!” I paused when he pulled his legs up, and his dirty shoes ruined my bedsheet. “never mind. I will get you beer,” I offered, rushing out of my room to let out the breath I had been holding in.

“I am sure it is not a bad thing. He is a friend of mine, and he can come over,” I convinced myself, even when he wasn’t just a friend of mine. He was a weredragon.

Once I grabbed him a beer, I bolted upstairs and found him lurking around my closet.

“Hey!” I complained, slamming the closet door in his face. “You are not supposed to look into my stuff!” I frowned.

“Oh! Sorry!” He excused himself and grabbed the can of beer out of my hands before I could even offer him anything.

He was pretty upfront about his feelings and what he wanted to do.

“So, what were you doing in the woods?” I asked, feeling very awkward in his presence. He once again sat down on the bed and started chugging the beer.