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

Chapter 288 – I Am Guilty.

Maura’s POV:

“I am sorry I almost forgot your mother is a weredragon,” he then shook his head and rolled his eyes, trying to stay awake.

“It is okay,” I said as I kept staring at him. He hadn’t said anything bad or expressed his anger towards my requesting of him to help a weredragon, but I am guessing he was going to do it now.

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“Maura! It will be a bit difficult to help you but I will do my best. She is a weredragon and I believe she is at a point where she needs to transition and recover from the years of long torture. I will suggest you don’t give her the pills immediately and let her transform into a safe environment,” he mumbled under his breath, scratching his stomach and gulping down the rest of the wine.

He was wasted at this point, so I couldn’t argue with him about how once she transitions, somebody will see and hurt her. So, I didn’t do much and helped him walk over to the couch and lie down.

“You need to rest,” I said to him, taking the bottle out of his hand and leaving it near the table.

around —,” he was speaking in his sleep at this point.

room was a kitchen. My mother was sleeping in that room and since we haven’t removed the shackles from

of Zane and kept staring at his face. There was this guilt inside me that wouldn’t let me rest. Although I was

doing so much for me and I did this to her,” I rubbed my hands on my face and stepped away from Zane. It seemed like

my mother,” I tried giving myself an explanation, but nothing seemed appropriate enough

I grew jealous of Beatrice. It has to be in the back of my head

memory of Beatrice’s innocent face,

could have asked Zane and come clean to him, but I feared I will lose

responsibility for it. I left the house in a

was used to walking miles every day. But I had to rush. After sprinting as if my life depended on it, I finally

be the first time that I have come to fight Ubel. I was

Just the thought of him hurting Beatrice made me

and was immediately certain he was in the basement because the basement door was left open. He had been doing this for so long that he didn’t fear anybody would catch him. Besides, nobody would ever visit us, so he had grown fearless with

table before slamming the door to get his attention. Right after that, I rushed over to the kitchen on the side and hid behind the wall. I was shaking while holding that vase. Either I would save

is no storm,” he grunted to himself, “maybe it was an animal. Ah! The cats! Freaking cats!” he then sighed in exhaustion, yelling and sprinting in the direction of the kitchen to make sure the cats had not been drinking the milk like they always