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.

don’t go around —,” he was speaking in his sleep

a room that then opened to the living room. There was another room on the opposite side of this room and with that room was a kitchen. My mother was sleeping in that room and since we haven’t removed the shackles from around her wrist yet, I didn’t fear her transitioning. Zane had fallen asleep on the living room couch. I found some blankets and other stuff,

this guilt inside me that wouldn’t let me rest. Although I was tired, I just couldn’t

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

did whatever I have to do for my mother,” I tried giving myself an explanation, but nothing seemed appropriate enough to screw

in the back of my head that I

guilt and memory of Beatrice’s innocent face, I realized I need

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

messed her up, so I should take responsibility for it. I left the house in a

be that far for me since I was used to walking miles every day. But I had to rush. After sprinting as if my life depended on it, I finally saw

that I have

front and noticed the house was engulfed in silence. He has to be in the basement. Just the thought of him hurting Beatrice made me want to hit myself. It was all my fault. God knows

door was left open. He had been doing this for so long that he didn’t fear anybody

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

then sighed in exhaustion, yelling and sprinting