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

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, so I covered

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

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

I tried giving myself an explanation, but nothing seemed appropriate enough to screw someone

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

face, I realized I need to correct

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

for it. I left the house in a

After sprinting as if my life depended on

time that I

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

was left open. He had been doing this for so long that he didn’t fear anybody would catch him. Besides, nobody would ever

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

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