Female Novel
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 patience
seemed 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 have
tried to occupy my mind with countless thoughts that didn’t include the brothers and Helel, but every
time 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 when
she 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 the
time.
“I need some fresh air,” I whispered, rolling out of bed in exhaustion.novelbin
The work at Cafe wasn’t too comfortable for me. I was mostly in the kitchen and forbidden from coming
out in front of anyone. The word went out about me, and everybody started hating on me, calling me a
black 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 from
across 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 a
plan to help him out, and that didn’t even include your death.” I said, feeling an itchy sensation in my
eyes 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 in
worry.
“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 was
impossible to find anything or anyone in this darkness. “Hey! Where are you?” I yelled, and suddenly
the 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 owner
of 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. She
placed a hand on her chest and laughed afterwards. “I heard someone call for help.” Deciding not to
get 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 refused
to 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 gently
pushed some aside with my hand. The problem was that the area was vast, and I couldn’t do anything
without 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 any
idea where to go. They usually get caught in a Hunter’s trap and then cry for help,’ she sighed, not
showing much concern. “The hunters?” I questioned.
“Deer hunters, etc,” she said, “now come inside before you catch a cold.” She held my hand and almost
dragged me behind her until I freed my hand and stopped to look back because I heard the gra*s*s
rustle and move.
Suddenly, someone popped out from behind the gra*s*s, which made me step back and look at
Pamela. 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 eyes
were 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 him
into the house. She didn’t even introduce me to him. “Hi Beatrice!” the boy said, keeping his hands tied
to 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 or
react.
“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 on
his behalf.
“It’s okay. What were you doing in the field at this time, Markus?” I asked him sweetly, following him
inside when his mother kept shoving him out of my sight. “It’s a full moon. He tries to set his wolf
loose,” 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 of
days ago. However, this was the first time I had met him. She was constantly pushing him towards the
stairs, 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 ran
upstairs 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 from
the 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 spending
the rest of the night in bed.