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

Chapter 188 – Something Is In The Tall Gra*s*s

Beatrice’s POV:

It’s been a few days since I joined the cafe and I have been staying with Pamela. Mom’s patience seemed to be wearing off once reality started to settle in. She was not ready to go back to this lifestyle.

I wasn’t too sure what I was looking forward to anymore. A part of me died with Helel that day. I have tried to occupy my mind with countless thoughts that didn’t include the brothers and Helel, but every time I went to bed, I failed.

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I couldn’t stop remembering the words Helel said in front of his father and everyone.

“Go to sleep, Beatrice. You have work to do in the morning,” mom must have heard me sniffle when she mumbled. We shared a bed here.

As I previously stated, life here was not luxurious, but it was still superior to any other option at the time.

“I need some fresh air,” I whispered, rolling out of bed in exhaustion.

me. I was mostly in the kitchen and forbidden from coming out in front of anyone. The word went out about me, and everybody started hating on

walked out of the room

werewolves were going crazy outside. The howling could be heard even from across

stood higher in the sky. “I’m sorry!’ I whispered, “I wish we had a moment to talk. I would have forbidden you from helping Colt. I was already making a plan to help him out, and that didn’t even include your death.” I said, feeling an itchy sensation in my eyes as freshly

f*uc*king let

so agonizing and painful jolted me into stepping away from the gra*s*s and

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to locate the direction of the voice, but it was impossible to find anything or anyone in this darkness. “Hey! Where are you?”

to look around in search of the owner

my shoulder, and I found my body jumping away from the

yelling outside. She placed a hand on

must be the wind,” she said, but I refused to agree

reached for the gra*s*s and gently pushed some aside with my hand. The problem was that the area was vast, and I couldn’t do anything without

rich brats transition without having any idea where to go. They usually get caught in a Hunter’s trap and then cry for help,’ she sighed,

said, “now come inside before you catch a cold.” She held my hand and almost dragged me behind her until I freed my hand and stopped to look back because I heard

the gra*s*s, which made me step back and look at Pamela. She didn’t look too frightened, so I a*s*sumed

waiting for Pamela to ask,

looked like he would probably be in his early twenties. His dark black hair and jet-black eyes