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

Chapter 265 – Found My Lost Identity.

“I don’t understand. I don’t know anything.” I refused to let him into my head, but now it was getting difficult to ignore the words he was saying.

They meant something.

“How about we talk to my mommy dearest? The lady your mother stole her mate from?” He clenched his jaw, making me realize they knew about my mother all along. We were idiots to think we were living with creepy people, and they have not spied on us till now.

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‘Mommy! Come here, the weredragon is awake.” His calling my kind was a big shock to me. In no time, Pamela walked into the room with my pill bottle in her hands.

“What are you doing with those?” I yelled in panic, instantly feeling cold air brush against my body and causing me to shiver.

She opened the lid and shook the bottle, listening to

I said as I shuddered and crawled back into the wall, thinking that

life, but that is not even something I care about. It is not like I am holding you here in

are you keeping me here?” I asked her in a murmur, wondering why my mother didn’t text me or tell me to not return to the fields. It was as if she

took notice of her claims. “You were not the daughter of my mate. In

me the biggest

are the same age as her daughter but not exactly a werewolf. I knew my dumba*s*s mate was a

made it dormant,” I explained with

really a terrible listener, aren’t you? Did you not pick up on what I said? Scarlet gave birth to her daughter around the time you were already supposed to be born, which meant you were already a few months old by the time her daughter was a few months old. But her daughter

monster. Sorry that my brain was slow and not ready to pick anything but to look around for an

anxiety. I didn’t care if I never got those pills again, but I have promised someone that I

Scarlet’s daughter.” Now that Markus had said it in simple terms, I was all

numb for a minute as I recalled all the times I endured her beatings because she told me she was my mother and was only trying to help me. It was that miserable child who went through so much abuse that she didn’t want to accept she had been fooled and could have escaped had she known her abuser wasn’t

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