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.

go around —,” he was speaking in

room and with that room was a kitchen. My mother was sleeping in that room

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

rubbed

mother,” I tried giving myself an explanation,

be in the back of my head that I didn’t think twice and handed

and memory of Beatrice’s innocent face, I realized I need to correct what I

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

so I should take responsibility for it. I left the house in

far for me since I was used to walking miles every day. But I had to rush. After sprinting as if my

the first time that I

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 how she must have felt when she woke up to him in

certain he was in the basement because the basement door was left open. He had been doing this for so long

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 or I will get my

himself, “maybe it was an animal. Ah! The cats! Freaking cats!” he then sighed in exhaustion, yelling and sprinting in the