Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

13-Her Amazing Body

Helel’s POV:

“We will just clean up her wounds and—,” Akin paused when his phone rang in his shorts’ pockets.

“I’m in my room. Why?” He answered the call, looking anx- ious.

“Oh! I’ll be right there,” He hung up and slapped his fore- head.

“Please don’t tell me that was her mother,” I asked, point- ing at Beatrice.

“That was the elder of the council. Zane and Flynn left home at midnight and vandalized some abandoned build- ings.” I could hear the tiredness in Akin’s voice. It has become a routine. The instant those two get into an argument, they go out and vandalize buildings to get their anger out.

Later, Akin and I have to clean up the mess after them.

“Don’t tell me you are leaving me alone here,” I asked when I watched him get out of bed.

“It’s not like I have a choice. I’ll go check up on those two before somebody comes here and gets us both occupied. You take care of her while I go deal with this mess,” Akin probably didn’t hear when Zane said Beatrice acts differently when she is not on her meds.

seeing her like this was making me feel guilty. And now that I have to clean her wound,

Hel com-mented,

scared.’ I rolled my eyes at Hel, who thought the same last night. I patched her up, but the moment she tried to lie down

right around the corner. I don’t want her

held her up, my hand behind her neck. For a minute,

once again the moment my eyes traveled to her eyes. She

beautiful? I wonder what would have happened if we agreed to sleep here last night.’ It was then that Hel lost it

She is going to be our stepsister,’ I retorted angrily, shaking my head at him for even thinking that. It is disgusting to think of her

would have happened; did you hear me?’

Hel could start again, I decided to shut him up good this time. ‘She was scared. She thought that would make us stay. Now that I’m thinking, I can only imagine how afraid she was to even suggest something like that.’ My eyes traveled back to

off her clothes and cuddle with us? Then what?’

is supposed to be our stepsister. There will never be anything more than that be- tween us.’ I made my point clear to him,

that doesn’t change the fact that these mothers and daughters

saw her eyelids move. Maybe she was waking up. My face turned to the clock and a wave of anxiety crossed

dripping down her neck, even after putting on

giving her the meds. I don’t want to know what she does when she is not on her pills. I was now uncomfortable, holding her so close and

normal. She blinked those big eyelashes for a mo. ment