Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 125 – Fill All My Holes

Maura’s POV:

I finished cleaning the café after my shift ended and grabbed my bag to leave. But before doing so, I made sure I had packed food for not only my father but for Pamela and her son, too. She is a 45-year-old single mother who takes care of her disabled son all alone. She is my only neighbor and works with us in the café. Her home is pretty far from our house, but it is still the only house in our area. My father owns the café, U-Chose Café, but he only sits and counts money.

“Have a good night,” I merrily voiced for Pamela, who was also leaving for her home.

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“I think it is going to rain. I would have asked you to come to stay under my roof until the rain stops, but I don’t think your father will like it very much,” Pamela mumbled, stealing her eyes from me. This wasn’t the first time she had talked about wanting to invite me, but then would pick a random reason herself and make sure I didn’t go with her.

I a*s*sumed she was embarra*s*sed by her son, so I never pressed her or expressed my desire to visit her home. However, she had been to our place quite a few times but didn’t stay for too long because she didn’t like my father.

“Say hello to Marcus for me,” I voiced as I sprinted ahead of her. My house would take a few more minutes than hers to reach, so I needed to hurry.

now. We played together when we were kids, but when he turned 15 and his wolf woke up, he lost

when the rain started pouring and soaked me wet. I hid the lunchbox under my arm, but I wasn’t sure how long it could keep the

slipped on my way back home. The icy rain

was an old building. It had three stories and a basement, where I was not allowed to go. The floor I was standing on had a living room, a kitchen, and a small bedroom for my father. My bedroom was on the top floor. Near our home was our

have much, but whatever we had was more precious to my father

again, taking off a coat from the coat hanger and wearing it over my wet

him, a strong hand grasped my hair in the back of my head and yanked

shivers down my spine. I instantly felt this weird fear

of pain and suffering. He dragged me with him

narrowed in my face after he pointed in the direction of the dead

mouth with my hands in sorrow and grief. “We had a lot of customers, so I couldn’t come in t—

all your holes. Is that why you are late?” He lunged at me and threw a punch in my face, leaving a black eye for the entire café

always leave me badly injured and bruised up and

is not what I did. You can ask Pamela!” I begged with my hands closed, whimpering as his punches made me lose