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Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 323
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313-Ripped Open His Chest.

“So you are a weredragon, and your scale can bring him back to life?' Jessie kept repeating those

words under her breath and pacing from one corner of the living room to the other.

'And Jessie—,1' Akin grunted for her attention, "this is not supposed to be talked about with any

outsider," he reminded her for the fifth time, and she nodded like all the other times.

'Oh shit! You should have told me this six times. I already tweeted about it,’ she said while rolling her

eyes and mocking him. I noticed how comfortable she was with him, and that was making me

uncomfortable.

'Anyway, so how is this going to work?" Jessie then sat down with me and asked, staring at my scale

on the table.

'Just out of curiosity—don't you feel a little weird watching your scale getting examined by us? Is it like

a weredragon boob but in scale form? I mean, I will be so embarrassed if my boob is placed on the

table—," she stopped yammering after getting a harsh look from Akin.

’I was just saying—," she mumbled, "so, what do we do with this boo— I mean scale? Do we just slap

him with it or what?* She stroked her chin, once again being insensitive.

'That is the thing— I don't know either," I shrugged, watching Akin look very disturbed.

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*1 can't believe we are this close to bringing my brother back, but—we doesn't know how to—," he

looked so frustrated and happy at the same time.

’Maybe ask your dragon," Jessie suggested, and Akin looked hopeful. I knew for a fact that Ace would

know how to use her scale, but she would not tell me.

’Okay," I said, looking awkward when I nodded.

’Ace!' As soon as I called for her, I heard her groan.

'Nope! I am not helping these alpha king brothers,' she refused once again. It’s not like I haven't spoken

to her about it before. I just didn't know how to convince her. She was very forcefully defusing the idea

of giving our scale to Helel.

’I think I will start my research," Akin must have noticed the frown on my forehead for him to get up and

take matters into his own hands.

’I am sorry!" I sighed.

’It is alright. Ace has every right to hate us,* he understood, and that is the part that hurt the most. I

don't know why Ace hated them so much fortheir parents' mistake, but their hatred came from the lies

their elders have told them.

I watched him give a nod to Jessie to take care of me while he was gone and leave the house.

’Well—I am supposed to take care of me, but can you give me a minute to just take a breather? It is a

lot for me, you know," Jessie dramatically excused herself while rubbing her temples and grabbed her

coat to leave, "will you be fine?" she then asked, and I gave her a reassuring look.

’I am actually having a bootie call, so—,’ she shrugged while pouting innocently.

’It is okay. Enjoy your night; I will be fine," I said and watched her leave the house. Now that it was only

Helel and me in the house, I grabbed my scale and walked up to his coffin to look at him.

He looked so peaceful, yet so restless.

'I am going to help him, whether you like it or not,' I told Ace, who had been a nuisance lately.

'Good luck with that,' she scoffed.

'You know—I am beginning to feel like you are not even being honest with me. You just want revenge

on everyone for never letting you out. One would think you would understand how important it was for

us to survive throughout the time, but no! everything is a blow to your royal ass," I muttered, as seeing

Helel in that coffin was truly a lot for me. He would be alive if she wouldn't been acting so difficult right

now.

'Give me one reason why I should help you bring him back to life?' She honestly thought she did

something or that I would be speechless.

‘He saved Colt and lost his life while defending us. Is that not enough for you?' After I reminded her

who was the first to accept a weredragon's freedom of living and help one, she silenced.

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'Grab a knife—,' she grunted while sounding displeased.

'What for?' I knew I had convinced her, but I needed to know what exactly she was planning to do.

'Fucking rip open his chest and bury the scale in it,' she guided me to some gruesome act.

'Are you sure that is the right way?' I asked her because it seemed like she was leading me down the

wrong path.

'And then you preach about trust and shit,' she grunted, and I understood that I had to trust her.

'If this goes wrong—,' I said as I walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed a knife.

'He will die?' she hissed.

’No! but you will never see another transition,' I warned her, and when she didn't object, I

acknowledged she wasn't lying.

Walking over to the coffin and opening the lid was very difficult for me. I drew an opening in his chest

with my shaky hands and racing heart while he didn't even flinch. Of course, he wouldn't. He was dead.

'I am sorry!" I apologized to him for making the cut deeper.

'You will heal once it is all done," I was constantly talking to him, feeling odd as it’s been some time

since I haven't heard from him.

Seeing him again was definitely the highlight of my life, but as it is, the heart wants more. I wanted him

alive. As soon as I ripped open his chest and held my scale in my hands, I started shaking.

If it goes wrong, I will never forgive Ace.

With determination, I buried the scale and started sewing his chest back.