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Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers By Alexis Dee Chapter 205
Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2
Chapter 205 – I Am Inviting Myself To Flynn’s Coronation
Beatrice’s POV:
I have returned to the cafe with lost hopes. I didn’t know who else to turn to for
help. Just when I have stepped a foot into the Cafe, I saw a familiar. The face I didn’t want to see again
unless I know how to defeat him and punish him for running everything just because he was hurt.
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“Seems like the servers are very unprofessional here. I wonder why my brothers love to come here,”
Flynn smirked when commenting on me to Pamela. She turned around and passed me a miserable
smile.
I could already tell he had bothered her enough.
“It’s fine. I can take care of this,” I told Pamela as I plodded close by his table. The white shirt and clean
hairstyle could fool no one. I knew he was a dirty rascal.
Pamela waited a little longer before she trudged back into the kitchen. “Look at you! stripped off of
every single luxury, yet your attitude is only swelling. But how are you Beatrice? Tell me, was that
chaos you created worthy of losing everything you ever cared about?” he had a grinning face when
spreading his arm behind his chair and looked me shamelessly in the eye.
“How is the crown, Flynn? Is it too tight? Or perhaps too heavy?” I asked with an angry smirk on my
lips. I was trying to look okay because showing him weakness meant letting him enjoy another victory.
“Oh, it’s the perfect size. Seems like it was made especially for me,” he joked, running his hand over
his head and pretending to touch the invisible crown. “This place isn’t prestigious enough for you. Tell
me how many hands have run up those fine legs of yours and penetrated your panties, sticking their
fingers up your tight and thirsty v*agina.” His remark made me unconsciously clasp my legs tightly.
I noticed the other customers secretly stared at my legs and then whispered into each other’s ears.
The customers here have always treated us with respect and never let us complain about that kind of
treatment, but now that an alpha King was opening a door for such nasty comments, I was expecting
some to follow his lead.
“You shouldn’t worry about that. Keep your crown tight and pants’ fly closed because that day is not far
when you will no longer need to ask others how many hands and been up their a*s*ses,” I smiled,
purposely hinting I was not leaving him to enjoy his crown.
“Anyway, I only came here to let you know I’m accepting Mariah on her 20th birthday. I hope to see younovelbin
come,” he smirked, pulling out an invitation and throwing it on the table for me.
“Not as a guest, obviously. Your cafe will be serving us. We have already paid Mr. Ubel an advance,”
he announced, making me nod while gritting my teeth at his sight.
I grabbed the invitation card from the table, as I was going to enjoy this ceremony more than anybody
else.
It would be fun to watch him cry his eyes tears of blood on his very happy day. “Would you like me to
get you something?” I still asked him, letting him choose his last meal.
“Nothing! I already got everything,” he commented with an upturned nose and got out of his seat to
leave. His mission here was over, so he didn’t waste any time before leaving the cafe.
I walked into the kitchen to find Pamela standing by the shelf and staring at a list in her hands.
“What’s that?” I asked her.
“Remember, he was crowned the Alpha King, along with the other brothers?” She shocked me with her
words, “Yes! The coronation of the brothers happened. They are now officially moving out of the
mansion in a few months to take care of the packs under them. In fact, that’s what this list is about. We
are supposed to deliver some sweets for the Spade mansion to celebrate the great new beginning,”
she detailed the whole news to me with a frowning face. She was scared I would object.
“We have already accepted the advance from them,” she said this time, expressing her fear in words.
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I will personally deliver the sweets to their mansion,” I said with a smile on
my lips.
“Beatrice! What for? If you have something running through your head. I advise you to drop it and let us
handle this.” She looked pretty attentive after she noticed the confident smile on my lips.
“Don’t worry, I will do nothing wrong. I will just go in with the sw—” I paused when I watched Maura get
into the kitchen from the backdoor with her head down and her hands clasp around the hem of her
skirts.
I had an inkling that something was wrong, but I didn’t want to call her out and make her
uncomfortable.
“NO! Maura and I will go to the mansion with the sweets.” Pamela refused to listen to me and said her
name anyway.
Maura stopped walking away and thought over Pamela’s words for a moment before she raised her
head and revealed her red, puffy eyes.
“To the mansion? Why are we going to the mansion?” The way she asked
Pamela with so much hesitation in my voice was all I could focus on in the moment.
“Lord Vasquez wants us to present him the best sweets from our shelves,” Pamela smiled confidently,
because she had spent a few good hours in baking and filling the shelves.
Maura heaved a sigh of relief before she shook her head vigorously and denied. “I can’t come. I’m not
feeling well,” Maura excused. Seemed like she wanted to get away from the crowded area and be
alone for a moment. Looking at the way Pamela was eyeing her, I expected Maura to have a brief fight
for her space. “Well then, it’s decided. I’ll accompany Pamela to the mansion. Now let’s see, should we
make croissants as well? I know the brothers likes them,” I shrugged, showing interest and making
Pamela give up. She knew she wouldn’t be able to do all that alone, and libel would never offer her
help. He would rather wander around and catcall young she-wolves for how their furs were so shiny on
the full moon than to come down to his cafe and put some effort into helping us.