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.

be wary of the —area and don’t go around —,” he was speaking in his sleep at this point. I watched him change

room was a kitchen. My mother was sleeping in that room and since we

stood in front of Zane and kept staring at his face. There was this guilt inside me that wouldn’t let

her,” I rubbed my hands on my face and stepped away from Zane. It seemed like I changed because of

mother,” I tried giving myself an explanation, but

I grew jealous of Beatrice. It has to be in the back of my head that I didn’t think twice and handed that poor girl to that heartless

innocent face, I realized I need to

myself. I could have asked Zane and come clean to him, but I

messed her up, so I should take responsibility for it. I left the house in a hurry and started walking crazily

miles every day. But I had to rush. After sprinting as if my life depended on it, I finally saw the house

I have

in the basement. Just the thought of him hurting Beatrice made me want to hit myself. It was all my fault. God knows how she must have felt when she woke up to him

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

grabbed a vase from the side 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 her

then sighed in exhaustion, yelling and sprinting in the direction of the