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

Chapter 213-The Sick f*uc*k!

I took the picture when Pamela walked downstairs with a broom in her hand. “You are leaving?” She saw me turn on my heels and asked a question.

“Yeah! I think it is better we stay away from this stuff for now. It reminded me of my own childhood.” I smiled awkwardly, watching her grimace at me.

“But you wanted t—” she couldn’t deliver her words because I have run past her to upstairs already. I had this weird feeling inside my heart that I couldn’t shake off.

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From the picture I found, there was no doubt that my mother was the sidechick. Does that mean I am Flex’s daughter?

But Pamela said the baby died.

I had a sh*t ton of feelings and questions, and none of them could be resolved by themselves. I realized it was time my mother left this goddamn bed and started answering me now.

“Wake up!” I entered my bedroom and snatched the blanket away from my mother, who had hidden so many things from me that I keep finding things every second of my miserable life.

her eyes and stretched, cracking her bones and comfortably sitting up after

could do because she had made

recognize Pamela?” I muttered at her, leaned

twist it, but I

Elex’s wife and mate when we came here?” As I asked her that question with anger filled eyes, she took a deep breath and folded her arms over her chest, refusing to speak to me. “You cannot stay silent and think I will leave you be. I have been working my a*s*s off so that

She scoffed, thinking that would be

the heck is this?” thankfully, I have grabbed the picture, or else she would have fooled me with her manipulation. She stared at

am hurting you or something. I just want to know if I am— if Elex was a weredragon? Is that why

the bed to slap me, but this time, I was prepared for it. I grasped her hand mid-air and prevented the hit. She was still glaring into my eyes, but this time from

demanded, making her shake

don’t have anything to tell you,” she muttered, clenching her jaw with every word she delivered.

grasp and pushed us apart, asking, “What is wrong with you two? All you do is fight,” she started lecturing us while my mom was pacing back and forth. Something was bothering her, and I wanted to know

at my mother, making

me even after I did

of the bedroom, “Just stay in my room for now,” she softly spoke, making it seem like she was feeling bad for me for having a mother who was always

room while she locked herself inside with my mother to lecture her on

the voice from behind