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.

We played together when we were kids, but when he turned 15 and his wolf woke up, he lost his mind. Pamela told us

pouring and soaked me wet. I hid the lunchbox under my arm, but I wasn’t sure how

on my way back home. The icy rain had entirely messed me up. The pink floral dress I was wearing

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

was

called for him once again, taking off a coat from the

Before I could look any further for him, a strong hand grasped my hair in the back of my head and yanked me to

s*lu*t!” my dad’s voice sent shivers down my spine. I

I did this time, but I knew this would be another night of pain and suffering. He dragged me with him to the

narrowed in my face after he pointed in the direction

sorrow and grief. “We had a lot of customers, so I couldn’t come in t— ime,” I said, shaking at my father’s

are late?” He lunged at me and threw a punch in my face, leaving a

badly injured and bruised

what I did. You can ask Pamela!” I begged with my hands closed, whimpering as