Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

118-Cover That Booty

“Where did he come from?” Akin asked with his arms fold- ed over his chest and his eyes scanning Colt

in the bed. Helel had laid Colt down in one of the guestrooms while the others were occupied by Gwen

and the two sisters.

“He is a rogue,” I answered, nervously rubbing my palms together and worried he will continue

investigating.

“And a mutual friend,” Helel added, as he knew being only my friend wouldn’t spare Colt from getting

questioned.

“Okay!” Akin said, nodding a little. “You should rest now. You have been up and running whole d—what

happened to your face?” Akin broke his composed posture as he narrowed his eyes in my face and

stared at the black eye.

“Some rogues were fighting with him, and they acciden- tally hit me,” I lied, making Akin raise his

eyebrow at me.

“Don’t worry, I took care of them.” Helel saved me once again. Helel knew his brother would not question

him.

“Apply something to it,” Akin whispered as we walked out of the room and I sprinted upstairs. I didn’t

want to stay be- hind and get into an argument with anyone else. Just as I was about to enter my room, I

found Maddox and Zane in the hall- way, waiting for me.

“Who is he?” Maddox asked, a frown visible on his face.

“Do I have to write it on his forehead that he is my friend?” I asked with a sigh. I swear they have asked

me this same question many times before.

“He is a rogue, you said. I would like to do some research on him myself,” Zane smirked from behind

Maddox. I have noticed that shaking Zane’s composed posture was a bit harder. He would always act

entirely different from the others.

“As it pleases you!” I answered, forcing a neutral reaction.

Once I was in my bedroom, I started going through the book again to see if I could find anything

regarding what they injected in Colt, but that’s exactly when the knocking on the door began. I assumed

it must be Helel but after I hid the book and got out, I watched not only Helel but Dream too. She was

headed to Maddox’s room, looking a little sad.

I heard something from Maddox about how he didn’t want her to stay in his room, but that was gossip for

later. Helel walked into the room and awkwardly stood in the corner as I closed the door.

“We could have had this conversation downstairs.” I commented.

“Why? Standing in the same room as me is that terrible of an idea for you now?” He asked while stealing

his eyes from me but looking stubborn as hell.

“I don’t want anyone to have wrong ideas about us. I have made it clear to everyone that I am not

sleeping with anyone.” I said as I walked over to the bed to sit down. I even grabbed the blanket to cover

my legs because the booty shorts were leaking too much. He noticed but didn’t say anything.

“So now tell me, what makes you so certain that Gwen is the Mistress of the doomsday?” He asked as

he stood in front of me with his arms folded over his chest.

“I saw her pendant,” I said.

“The pendant that caused the whole ruckus?” He inquired, steadily grabbing a chair and sitting on it with

his legs wide open.

“The whole ruckus wasn’t because I was jealous or any- thing. It was a lot for me when I saw that

pendant and realized she was here to kill you guys.” I explained it just so that he would understand that I

wasn’t acting so aggressively for nothing.

“Hm! If what you are saying is true and she indeed is a MOD, then we fucked up,” He nodded, and

muttered through his clenched jaw.

“But we cannot confront her just like that. If she takes off her pendant, then she will transition, and we

won’t know for sure if she is a fire breathing weredragon or a fucking some- thing else. Even if you all try

to fight her, she will end up caus- ing a lot of damage to many innocent pack members,” I hur- riedly

explained to him so that he didn’t go out and tell every-one.

“So? You are suggesting we sit here and do nothing? My fucking brother is in love with her. I cannot let

her take control of his feelings and get him killed while trying to save her from us,” As Helel yammered

everything, I realized why Gwen want- ed the brothers to fall for her. It is a lot more difficult to fight.

someone when you love them.

“No! but let us find a weapon first, and then a suitable place where less damage or casualties will

happen,” I stated to calm him down. I wasn’t planning to sleep on this informa- tion. I was already in the

process of working.

“So I am assuming you already have something in mind?”

Helel calmed down and narrowed his eyes in my face as I bulled the page out of my bag and handed it

over to him.

“See this! Whatever it is, it is the weapon,” I claimed, watching him turn the page and try to understand

something.

“Where did you get this from? This book was supposed to stay in the—,” he was yammering when I shut

him up.

“In the basement, blah blah blah. This book needs to be read instead of thrown into a box.” I snatched

the page out of his hand a bit roughly for not paying attention to the severity of this situation and the

focus of the theft.

“Fine. Let’s say we do get the weapon, but, as you said, she will try to fight back. Then what?” He asked,

and I cleared my throat to tell him the next part of my plan.

“Remember that trip to the mountains?” I asked, and he frowned first and then nodded.

“It will be your job to invite all the brothers along with Gwen on that trip. The mountains are a perfect

place for this mission.” I watched his jaw hit the floor after I told him my plan.