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.

was incredibly handsome, too. “So, you never really told me what it was that they had been keeping you for?” I

something from me,”

against my team’s

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

look bothered by something,” Colt said,

up on pretending to

to know what

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

my aggression. He was staring at my face like he

asked me after staring at my

are you hiding?” I pouted angrily when, instead of trying to earn my trust, he thought it was a good idea to

“I am not

chain you to that chair? What were they torturing you

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

got and grabbed all the food items to place them on the table

alpha king to not even bother realizing his actions were

mistress of doomsday,” as soon as he followed me to the door and

doomsday?” I asked, trying to act

Mistress. “We need to do something about it before it’s too late,” Colt was back in his shell,

lot to me to know he had come back to talk about me with his friend.