Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers By Alexis Dee Chapter 188

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

Chapter 188 – Something Is In The Tall Gra*s*s

Beatrice’s POV:

It’s been a few days since I joined the cafe and I have been staying with Pamela. Mom’s patienceseemed to be wearing off once reality started to settle in. She was not ready to go back to this lifestyle.

I wasn’t too sure what I was looking forward to anymore. A part of me died with Helel that day. I havetried to occupy my mind with countless thoughts that didn’t include the brothers and Helel, but everytime I went to bed, I failed.

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I couldn’t stop remembering the words Helel said in front of his father and everyone.

“Go to sleep, Beatrice. You have work to do in the morning,” mom must have heard me sniffle whenshe mumbled. We shared a bed here.

As I previously stated, life here was not luxurious, but it was still superior to any other option at thetime.

“I need some fresh air,” I whispered, rolling out of bed in exhaustion.

The work at Cafe wasn’t too comfortable for me. I was mostly in the kitchen and forbidden from comingout in front of anyone. The word went out about me, and everybody started hating on me, calling me ablack widow who had seduced her stepbrothers and ended up killing one.

Mom didn’t bother as I walked out of the room and headed straight towards the exit.

It was full moon, so the werewolves were going crazy outside. The howling could be heard even fromacross the tall gra*s*s.

I stood in front of the house, staring at the moon, which stood higher in the sky. “I’m sorry!’ I whispered,“I wish we had a moment to talk. I would have forbidden you from helping Colt. I was already making aplan to help him out, and that didn’t even include your death.” I said, feeling an itchy sensation in myeyes as freshly born tears started taking over.

“Nooo! f*uc*king let me gooooo!”

A scream so agonizing and painful jolted me into stepping away from the gra*s*s and looking around inworry.

“Ahhhh! Nooo! Don’t touch me,”

Once again, the girl screamed in agony. I gulped, trying to locate the direction of the voice, but it wasimpossible to find anything or anyone in this darkness. “Hey! Where are you?” I yelled, and suddenlythe screams stopped. I felt my soul leaving my body.

“Hey!” I shouted again, hugging myself miserably, and kept trying to look around in search of the ownerof the voice.

That’s when a warm hand touched my shoulder, and I found my body jumping away from the person.

“Oh dear! I didn’t mean to scare you,” said Pamela, who might have heard me yelling outside. Sheplaced a hand on her chest and laughed afterwards. “I heard someone call for help.” Deciding not toget distracted, I told her about the noises.

“Where?” She looked around and then looked my way. “That must be the wind,” she said, but I refusedto agree with her.

“It wasn’t just a wind. I heard someone call for help twice,” I said as I reached for the gra*s*s and gentlypushed some aside with my hand. The problem was that the area was vast, and I couldn’t do anythingwithout knowing a little about where the voice came from.

“Then it must be the werewolves. Tonight is a full moon. These rich brats transition without having anyidea where to go. They usually get caught in a Hunter’s trap and then cry for help,’ she sighed, notshowing much concern. “The hunters?” I questioned.

“Deer hunters, etc,” she said, “now come inside before you catch a cold.” She held my hand and almostdragged me behind her until I freed my hand and stopped to look back because I heard the gra*s*srustle and move.novelbin

Suddenly, someone popped out from behind the gra*s*s, which made me step back and look atPamela. She didn’t look too frightened, so I a*s*sumed she knew the guy.

“Who are you?” Not even waiting for Pamela to ask, I spoke up.

The boy looked like he would probably be in his early twenties. His dark black hair and jet-black eyeswere actually very creepy.

The way he scanned me like a hungry beast made me feel icky.

“That’s my son, Markus,” Pamela laughed softly, running past me to hold her son’s hand and drag himinto the house. She didn’t even introduce me to him. “Hi Beatrice!” the boy said, keeping his hands tiedto the sides of his body and his head lowered.

“HI! It’s nice to meet you,” I murmured, noticing he was not fully able to comprehend how to act orreact.

“You are beautiful,” he said, hugging himself.

“Sorry for that, he is not mentally stable,” his mother had to step between us to pass out an excuse onhis behalf.

“It’s okay. What were you doing in the field at this time, Markus?” I asked him sweetly, following himinside when his mother kept shoving him out of my sight. “It’s a full moon. He tries to set his wolfloose,” Pamela yammered, not even thinking twice about what she was talking about.

“But aren’t you required to be with him when he does that?” I recalled what she had told me a couple ofdays ago. However, this was the first time I had met him. She was constantly pushing him towards thestairs, while he kept stopping to hear me talk.

“That’s why I came out,” she laughed, not even caring if she had convinced me enough and ranupstairs with him.

I stood there, watching them disappear.

Something didn’t seem right to me. Hearing a girl call for help and then watching Markus come out fromthe fields was not a coincidence. I didn’t do anything for now, but I knew what I was going to do next.

“I’m going to get Markus to speak to me,” I said determinedly, walking back into the room and spendingthe rest of the night in bed.