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

Chapter 367 – Kissed By The Wrong Brother

Beatrice’s POV:

After Akin left to be at home, since there was a contest in the morning that needed to be taken care of and the sisters were relying on him, I sat on the couch and kept watching Zane.

‘Ah! I thought you said you would be resting now,’ Ace joked, making me roll my eyes at her, ‘what’s it? Why do you hate me so much?’ Finally, she was ready for this conversation.

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‘You tried to kill Helel,’ I muttered, ‘you love being the dark entity, and you expect me to stick beside you and even help you do this to the brothers?’ I sighed after reminding her how different our goals were.

‘I never tried to kill anyone. I told you what happened that day. Helel was complaining, so I gave him a little shake-shake. Now, look at what the hero himself did. Being a dark knight doesn’t mean he can do no wrong, and being a mistress doesn’t mean we will be evil. We will choose our sides and will have more power, that’s all,’ although what she said was really pleasing to the ears and gave me good hope, I couldn’t trust her.

‘Fine. Don’t listen to me. But don’t you think Zane deserves a second chance?’ she suddenly brought it up out of nowhere. ‘I’m still dating Helel,’ I reminded her, and she scoffed.

‘Exactly! Why still? He freaking tried killing his brother,’ she yelled as she still felt the mate bond with Zane.

he would have gone for his heart. I’m sure he didn’t know what that dagger was capable of,’ I wasn’t too

‘Yeah, a dark knight doesn’t know anything,’ her sarcasm didn’t go unnoticed. But then we two went silent. I eventually fell asleep on the couch and woke up early the next morning to find Zane awake.

jumped off the couch and sat in

I’m feeling?” The smile on his face made me let out a breath of relief.

all were,” I corrected

smiling when looking at my face. “Listen, Zane! I’m so sorry

around you, then I will happily get stabbed

out because I need my bed,” I teasinglv slapped his chest,

a cry of agony, I

got on my knees and started unbuttoning his shirt to examine his wound. It was only after I had opened his shirt that he

wound

frowned, slapping his chest harder this

bed when he grasped my wrist and

forgot to put up a fight. Not that I could fight him without the strength of my

long, he had already pushed his lips against

immediately got off me. He stepped out of the bed

for is a second chance,” he grunted, making me wonder why he was so mad that I didn’t kiss him

You had your chances,” I reminded him that I actually gave him way many chances but he screwed up every time. I cannot keep going back to him, hoping for him to change