Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 8 – The Beast On The Training Ground

Akin and Zane were in their rooms when I was asked to join Helel in the garden number 4. That particular garden was a good distance from the mansion, with a labyrinth on one side and big trees on the other side.

I didn’t want Helel to get angry, so I had arrived a few minutes earlier than Helel. The moment he appeared in black work out shorts and a black sleeveless shirt, I gulped.

“You came here wearing this? Has no one ever taught you basic discipline?” His tone was so harsh that he completely pulled me out of my dreams about him.

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“Look at you,” he pointed at my baggy sweater, whose sleeves I had to constantly pull up in order to expose my hands and wrists. And then his eyes travelled down to my b*oo*ty shorts.

“Have you ever worked out before? Or have you ever set a foot on the training ground?” He yelled, coming strong at me. His eyes were no longer just those beautiful things, they looked scary get it. He was serious about the gym and training, but everybody is different. I didn’t have the same enthusiasm for all this as he did.

“It’s my first time,” I whispered, looking down to avoid his an gry glare.

“What did you say? Speak up!” he shouted, and I shuddered. I did not like it. I didn’t come here to get humiliated and yelled at by him. He was talking about decency of work, but he didn’t know that this is not how you train a newbie.

ourselves and tried to set the rules and regulations for the

f*uc*kin make me realize I am wasting it.” He stopped right when he was

frightened of this giant looking Alpha King coming at an Omega with

name and even through all the stress, my heart s*ipped a beat. I raised my face unintentionally, compelled by how his lips said my name, and found him

foot on my training ground, you f*uc*king stop acting like a b*itc*h. Grow spine, confidence and speak the f*uc*k up when I ask

into tears. I

sighed, almost as if mocking my

finally raised

softened now that he had won against me. I acknowledged that it

That angered me.

My mother told you I was a beginner, but the way you behaved, I feel like I need someone who understands me.” I said, and he clicked his tongue to look at me. He was all set to leave when my words stopped

his mood changed for the worse. He was listening to me with his hands on his

I am not professional?” he asked in a gruff tone,

the truth. You train people at home, hence you don’t know the common practice of how a newbie should be trained. I understand it is hard for you to train someone like me. Maybe you are used

is fine. I am sure there will be professionals to help me out.” Every word from my mouth was falling into his ears like a

casually stretch his neck while not removing his hands from his waist. I didn’t just touch his ego; I slapped it. “You have two minutes to prepare for the first session,” he finally opened his mouth, and I was