Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

223-Take My Hand!

Flynn didn't get engaged that day, but Lord Vasquez told Pamela to pack all the food and hand it over

to the guests when they leave. He was so embarrassed that he didn’t even leave his room all this time.

"You did it because---" Akin voiced, joining me from behind while I waited for Pamela to sort stuff out

and leave the mansion.

Lord Vasquez had said in clear words that he doesn’t want me in his mansion again.

"Because it was the right thing to do,’ I shrugged, still mad at him over the fact that he had a girl on the

side and was trying to show care for me.

"I thought Beatrice liked to be honest. You did it to save my business,' he scoffed, 'and I must say, it

was a good plan." He seemed to have a smile on his lips when complimenting me.

"Does that mean you are finally ready to help me find out what they did to him?’ I folded my arms over

my chest and stared at him. He closed his eyes and then let out a sigh.

He realized I wasn't going to snap out of it. It wasn't a phase that would pass after sometime.

"I know you feel invincible right now, but you need to be cautious about your safety, Beatrice! I cannot

drag you into a mess knowing very well it will put your life in danger." Akin fixed his coat before he

stepped aside and let Pamela join me.

While Akin started going back into the mansion, Zane walked out and even passed him to reach US.

"Pamela Garcia! My driver will drop you off at the cafe,' he said, making it clear he doesn't want me to

sit with her.

"Thank you! Beatrice, carry this with you. Pamela sneakily gave me a basket, but Zane instantly gave it

back to her.

"Don't worry about her. I'll personally drop her off at home,’ he excused, making me glare at him for

making a decision for me.

Pamela looked slightly confused and disturbed. I have not seen her react so weirdly whenever Akin has

tried talking to me. But with Zane, she would act a bit too concerned.

"Okay!" Pamela reluctantly walked to the car. She kept turning her head around and stealing glances at

US until she had fully disappeared.

"Your father forbade the guards from ever letting me set foot on his property, and you want to drop me

home?" I scoffed, walking on my feet and hitting the road.

"He cannot hurt me or dethrone me for seeing my mate, Beatrice." His words finally made me stop and

think.

"The only reason he could take such a step against Helel was because everybody knew Helel set Colt

free, who was a weredragon. But things are different now. We all have our crowns and are our own

superiors. My father cannot make decisions for US.’ He sounded SO irritated when trying to make me

understand that I could be seen with him and not get in trouble.

"But we were once going to be stepsib—," I was trying to elaborate on what was scaring me when he

shook his head and grabbed my hand to walk me all the way back to his car and open the passenger

side door for me.

I stared at his face for a few seconds before getting into the car. He rushed to the driver’s side and hit

the engine.

"Thank you for still helping us even when you got criticized so heavily last time for doing as much as to

—I'm so sorry for that night. I can't imagine what you must have felt," he started talking softly as the

topic itself was sensitive.

"Can I be honest with you?" I asked him, feeling like I could share my burden of thoughts with him.

"I’ll be privileged if you do,’ he uttered.

"I don't remember that night. It’s as if - - I paused since I couldn't understand what was wrong with me.

"I feel like when I came to live with you guys, I was lost. I have never seen the world outside my small

house. I was kept like this bird with her wings clipped, who feared of the monsters outside the walls of

the cage she was used to living in. And then this whole change happened. The mother, who would not

even let me watch TV, has suddenly left me with these strangers that she wanted me to call my

stepbrothers, but my d— my wolf kept calling them mates. I didn't know what to do. And then suddenly

I started feeling some type of way. It was as if I had found a light on a dark path, but I changed when

walking on that path. I became someone who was greedy, jealous, and bitter all the time. I am not

proud of that phase. Every day I wake up, promising myself I will not go back to those ways, but then I

feel this pull—this weird attraction towards darkness-,’ just when I felt like I had already spoken a bunch

of nonsense, I shut up abruptly.

I’m pretty sure Zane realised I overshared. He nodded while slowing down, parking the car near the

field, and turning to me.

"I don't think you understand. That Beatrice you hate is the real you. She was cool and confident,

uncaring of anything and not afraid of snatching what she wanted. This world is not a place to set good

examples. Nobody follows those examples anymore. They only follow the lead of successful and

powerful people. As long as you achieve great things, nobody cares. You are good or bad." Zane had

kept his voice soft and his muscle movement very minimal.

He was murmuring and trying to tell me to basically not change, but I wasn't satisfied. I didn't want to

be a bad person.

"You don't understand, Zane. I don't want to be that desperate person who was running after her mate

and giving up so easily. I want to be considerate and... - I was interrupted when he spoke up.

"And boring? Because Beatrice, you were amazing. You don't have to become like other good girls.

Nobody likes them." He shrugged, sighing when I shook my head once again.

“Just be with me, and everything will go smoothly," he said once again, offering me his hand.