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.

me what it was that they had been keeping you for?”

from me,” Colt

my team’s orders and decisions, and he knew

mistake by keeping you here?” I stated loudly enough for him to turn and

by something,” Colt said, while

on pretending to be a cool

wanted to know what

word you were saying. You know you are the reason the alpha king died, right? So, you could be the very reason I will end

face like he had seen a ghost,

after staring at my

tell me the truth. Tell me, what are you hiding?” I pouted angrily when, instead of

he sighed, “I am

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

to know who I was here for,” Colt explained, but he still

all the food items

wasn’t like an alpha king to not even

am 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 he followed me to the door and explained what he had been hiding this entire time, I felt my heart

asked, trying to act like 1 had no clue what this

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

me to know he had come back to talk about me with his friend. From what I