Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 188

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188-Something Is In The Tall Grass

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.

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.

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.

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It was full moon, so the werewolves were going crazy outside. The howling could be heard even from

across the tall grass.

I stood in front of the house, staring at the moon, which stood higher in the sky.

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"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! Fucking let me gooooo!"

A scream so agonizing and painful jolted me into stepping away from the grass 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 grass 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

grass rustle and move.

Suddenly, someone popped out from behind the grass, which made me step back and look at Pamela.

She didn’t look too frightened, so I assumed 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.

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"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.

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