Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers By Alexis Dee Chapter 208

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

Chapter 208 – My Kind Is Trapped.

“What?” Reign looked like she was going to break down. I noticed the formation of mist in her eyes. Itwas a mist of tears.

I am so sorry. I pouted, feeling her pain because nobody wants to be betrayed by their own blood.

“Maybe there was something wrong with the powder. Besides, it was a nightmare, so there is no realityin that. The nightmares arise from our fears,” she shrugged, giving herself excuses at this point.

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“You are right. I am sure that’s what happened,” I said, not wanting to freak her out because she lookedterrified at the moment.

“Anyway,” she took a deep breath and got up from the chair.

“You don’t want me to get you anything?” I asked, following her out of my seat. “Oh, no! There will beno need for that. I will just head back to school now,” she said anxiously, but I could tell the truth shewanted from me had unsettled her. “Okay! Have a good day,” I whispered, feeling guilty for being in asituation where she had to learn about her fate from me.

Or maybe not. It could be just a nightmare, and a nightmare indeed it was.novelbin

She rushed out of the cafe, and I had to follow her just to make sure she didn’t trip and hurt herself.That’s when I saw Maddox watching her get into the car in tears. He looked over at me and placed hishands on his waist, maybe guessing that I told her something that had upset her.

“Oh!” I sighed at him and walked back into the cafe. My attention went back to the lady near thewindow, staring outside and probably enjoying the rain.

It didn’t look like that, though. Her comments from earlier intrigued me into having a word with her.

“Never knew an earthquake would bring rain.” I joked, reaching her and acting causal.

“It does not,” she responded. “But that wasn’t the earthquake we feel normally,” she uttered, turning tome and finally smiling.

“Then what was it?” I inquired with a mild smile on my lips, making sure I didn’t trigger her.

“It was the sign of their arrival.” She stated and shook her head at some thoughts occurring.

“Whose arrival?” I asked, struggling to keep the smile intact on my lips. “These natural disasters! Youknow, they were quite a trouble back when the great war was happening.” She started talking as shelooked outside again. I made sure there were not many customers around, and then I sat down withher from across the table.

“The great war that they now recall as the werewolves’ vs some creatures. They never teach our kidsthat the war was between the werewolves and the weredragons. It was a sad moment in history whentwo powerful creatures began to fight and one of them was shunned to the other side, from where theycouldn’t return because they were afraid they would lose again,” she yammered, looking insightful.

The way she was recalling everything was making me wonder if she knew something others didn’t.

“The weredragons were killing our innocent kind,” I recalled what I have been told by the brothers andthe teachers. She looked my way, and in those brief moments of her just staring at me, I felt judged.

“Honey! Why would they enter the weredragon territory in the first place where they knew the olddragon was resting?” She scoffed, shaking her head at me and not believing the history. She seemed

like a werewolf, but her side wasn’t very obvious.

“My husband had fought in that war,” she then explained, “and my husband died in that war, but hedidn’t die at the hands of the weredragons. He died when he refused to take part anymore. Then oneday, he was suddenly gone, and I was told that the weredragons had killed him.” She had tears in hereyes when recalling her husband.

“It all started with Lord Vasquez and Lady Sofia claiming the dragon attacked and killed their loyalservant, who had witnessed a set of killings by the weredragons,” she mumbled, but sounded bitter.

“The loyal servant? What happened there?” I asked, feeling intrigued by the history at last.

“They used to have a loyal servant. I don’t know what he was doing in the mountains of the Vortex, buthe died there, and after his death, Lord Vasquez made a claim that it was the old dragon who killedhim,” she explained as she exhaled with difficulty.

“Why was the dragon in the mountains of the west?” I asked, not remembering if anybody had told mewhere exactly the weredragons lived or where exactly our home was.

“Sweetie! The weredragons had asked for the vortex because that’s where they used to get theirpowers from when they turned old. The very first weredragon was born in the vortex, so they wanted tospend their last days there. After a certain age, they would transition into their full dragon form andwould never be able to transition back into their human form. They would only sleep near the volcanoand call it home.” She let out a sigh when talking about the weredragons. “And—the others used to livein the west then?” I asked and got a head shake from her.

“Midwest! But it is basically called an end zone now. Nobody gets there, as the weredragons are livingthere, hiding behind a magic wall.” Her words were able to cover my body in goosebumps.

I never thought I would hear about my kind from a werewolf.

“You sound like you are on —” before I could finish, she uttered. On the weredragon’s side? That’sbecause I think the war started with a lie. That servant died, and suddenly a war broke out. Nobodyasked why he was in the mountains or how his body looked like it was just placed there.” Hera*s*sumptions made me gulp and watch her with my widening eyes.

“Who was this loyal servant?” I asked, since whatever happened to him resulted in the outrage of thewerewolves against the weredragons.

I’m not sure what it was, but something was starting to make no sense.

“Elex Garcia!” she said, shaking the world from under my feet.