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.

has some hunters—so be wary of the —area and don’t go around —,” he was speaking in his sleep at this point. I

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

this guilt inside me that wouldn’t let

I’m just a bad person. She was doing so much for me and I did this to her,” I rubbed

tried giving myself an explanation, but nothing

seemed like unintentionally I grew jealous of Beatrice. It has to be in the back of

and memory of Beatrice’s innocent face, I realized

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

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

rush. After sprinting

that I have come

hurting Beatrice made me want to hit myself. It was all my fault. God knows how

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

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 or I will get my karma and get caught by

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