Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 143 – Another Thirsty Mate

Helel left me alone in the kitchen after he displayed disappointment. I couldn’t even stop him because his hatred for weredragons was enough to scare me off.

In the next two days, I had to attend school even though I was extremely terrified that my mom would arrive and beat me up.

They had worked on our school’s building and made it look brand new again. It was weird to be back at school and face Mariah, who was already wandering in the hallway with her friends.

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“Hey!” Before she could approach me, I heard Flynn’s voice from behind me. I didn’t stop and kept walking in the di-rection of the lockers.

“Beatrice!” He rushed over and stood beside my lockers.

“What are you wearing?” he asked the first thing when I stopped at my locker.

I looked down at my white skirt, and the most prominent thing was my cleavage. Although the blue top had a deep cleavage, it wasn’t something I was wearing exclusively. There was no dress code at school today, so I wanted to wear something cute and naughty. However, Flynn looked flustered.

But if you are asking this because you think it is inappropriate, then I have only one thing to say to you—–” I paused to narrow my eyes at his face. “I’m sorry, but who are you?” I nodded with

he scoffed, his glare

and suddenly you are coming back to remind me that I have an incompetent mate who made fun of me instead of accepting me when it was

weren’t only mates but good friends too, and he threw it all

and watch him in disbelief. He really thought that

bobbed

forget about it. It happened a long time ago. Why don’t we start over? Why don’t you meet me in the empty cla*s*sroom at the end of the hallway?” He smirked as he took a step closer and ran his finger through my

are not planning to b*ull*y me again, are you?” I asked

to point at the hallway where he would be waiting for me. “I am waiting,” he said,

decided what to do. He wasn’t wrong about the fact

pumping hard in my chest, I pushed the door open and

gently folding my arms over my chest and

to you. I should never have pranked, or in other words, belittled you. You were my mate, my fated mate, and I f*uc*ked up. I was the one who convinced you that

away from him for a minute. After he was done talking,

surname, I felt icky but couldn’t say more because I had an issue at hand that needed my full

I stopped him from talking. “Don’t you like an audience for your special days?” I smirked as I stepped aside and opened the door to the principal and his sweet