Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 332

Dream Winchester:

“Try this; you will love it,” I gave Colt my favorite chicken sandwich and noticed that he liked it. I had been hiding him in one of my apartments and spending more time with him.

It was crazy, but I was helping him recover since he couldn’t transition and heal instantly. It’s been days since I freed him and my team back in the cabin, and they’ve been going crazy.

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“How long are they going to keep looking for me?” Colt asked after sighing and realizing he had been stuck here for too long. I was expecting him to start worrying. Nobody can stay stuck in one place for too long.

“They definitely wanted you badly because they are not giving up at any moment,” I murmured, smiling weakly at him.

I would come over and watch movies with him, but we didn’t have an active internet connection here, the news channels, or anything that would connect him to the outside world.

For some reason, spending time with him helped me forget about all the toxic things I was after. Colt was different. He had a very soothing effect around him.

He would not mock or make unnecessary comments. His sense of humor on top of everything was even better.

never really told me what it was that they had been

something from me,” Colt responded,

but obviously it wasn’t okay. I was keeping him here against my team’s orders and decisions, and he knew I was taking a

am making a mistake by keeping you here?” I stated loudly enough for him to turn and look at me in

Colt said,

I gave up on pretending to

wanted to know what

reason I

have spooked him with my aggression. He was staring at my face like he had seen

want me gone?” Colt asked me after staring at my face for a

I pouted angrily when, instead of trying to earn my trust,

sighed, “I am not hiding

why did they chain you to that chair? What were they torturing you for?” I asked again, but in more simple words

Colt explained, but he still

all the food

like an alpha king to not even bother realizing his

here to talk to a friend—,” he whispered, “she is very important to me. I must tell her about the mistress of doomsday,” as soon as

her? I mean, the mistress of doomsday?” I asked, trying to act

him look so uncomfortable when even mentioning the Mistress. “We need to do something about it before it’s too late,” Colt was back in his shell, and I

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