Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

15 They Are Nasty For Fucking

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"Then you shouldn't even be talking to me," I blurted out after feeling exhausted. Colt got caught

because of me and here I am, unable to convince a single brother to help him out and don't let him

become a victim of their hatred for other creatures.

"What is happening to you? You are more concerned about Colt than Maddox? you have not asked me

once where he is and how he is doing." Helel shook his head at me, mak- ing me close my eyes and

squirm inside. The reason I was so reluctant to speak to Maddox was because I had no explana- tion to

give him.

If only I could tell him that I am a weredragon, I wouldn't have to hide from him. But they would never

understand. They think I am being difficult when, in reality; I am scared of the treatment they will show

me once the truth comes out.

"Helel! Why can't you help Colt for me?" I couldn't help but be direct with him. He placed his hands on

his waist and stared at me in disbelief.

"You are asking me to break the pack laws for that were- dragon? I cannot believe you would ask

something like that from me." Helel sounded offended when he heard that I was asking him to do that.

"Take this. It is cold." He then watched me stare down and gave me his jacket. I didn't even know how

to react to him anymore.

He left the jacket on my shoulders and then gestured at me to stay behind while he brought the car. As

soon as he stepped away, I slid into his jacket but ran to the other side of the café to get myself

together. I knew he couldn't help me, but it was an attempt I made with high hopes.

"I am so sorry, I couldn't help you." I covered my face with. my hands and sobbed, "I am left with no

option but to---- do something that might expose my truth. But I will do it to save you," I said as I cried

softly. I didn't want to cry in front of Helel. I stopped crying in front of them after some time.

"I've never seen anybody cry so pretty," a lovely whisper from beside me prompted me to turn around

and look at Maura.

"Oh! I am not crying," I forced a smile onto my lips and cleaned my tears with the back of my hand, "It

is the dust par- ticles," I lied.

"Here," she said, handing me her handkerchief, which I ac- cepted. Nobody uses those these days. It

made me smile be- cause her handkerchief smelt very pleasant and comforting.

"This used to be my mother's," Maura said, gesturing for me to sit down on the steps of the backdoor of

the café. Once I sat down, she followed me, too.

"What happened to your mother?" I asked her, watching her smile a bit while keeping her eyes on the

wall in front of her. We were sitting in a tight alleyway, having a heart-to- heart conversation.

"She passed away one night mysteriously," she whis- pered, and then turned her face to the other side.

I believe she, too, didn't want to cry in front of anyone.

"You know, I have never seen my father. It is always easier not to miss someone you have not seen

than to lose someone you have known for years." I sighed, cleaning my cheeks with the handkerchief

she gave me.

"So what happened here? Trouble in paradise?" she asked as she talked about Helel and me. My body

shuddered at the mention of Helel and me like that.

"Oh, we are not together." I gave a nervous laugh, remem- bering all the times Helel and I had

awkward encounters.

"That's weird. He always looks at you a bit weirdly," she mumbled, and I had to look at her to ask her

through my eyes what she meant.

"Don't tell me you have not noticed it. He looks at you the way a man who carves you would look at

you." Her explana- tion tinted my cheeks red. I cleared my throat uncomfortably and contemplated

whether I should tell her that my mother is marrying Lord Vasquez or stay silent.

I am sure the news will make headlines very soon. So, with that being in my mind, I decided not to tell

her anything on my own.

"I don't know. I never noticed," I lied.

"I think my car is here. I will leave now," I said as I got up on my feet, "thank you for this." I held the

napkin for her, but she shook her head and let me keep it.

"My mom made many, you can have this one," she smiled and watched me shove it in the jacket.

"Thank you for talking to me, or else I would be standing here and sobbing in my palms," I joked, "And

Maura! Please don't let anyone mistreat you. I know it seems difficult to raise your voice, but things

change only when we make some noise.

If you can't do anything, leave me a message, and I will handle everything for you," I said to her while

she smiled through the pain. The mist in her eyes made me understand whatever was happening to

her was breaking her, and she was so scared of raising her head that she was just standing in front of

her abuser with her head bowed down.

"Maura! What are you doing here? Go back inside and take orders." It was then that an old man

entered the alleyway and yelled at her. I watched him walk past me for a second before my body felt

shivers down my spine. This was the man who was all over her a few minutes ago.

"I was taking a second, Dad!" as she agreed with him and left behind him to the café from the

backdoor, my body felt numb.

"She was with her father?" I gasped, covering my mouth, and felt this urge to throw up. I had a

forbidden relationship myself, but never in a million years did I think I would see someone having such

a relationship with their father.