Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Moving forward, I headed straight toward him, where Solina sat at his side with her brother across from

her. There was no way her brother would move, but if I was going to start somewhere, it was going to

be with her.

“Well, I figured if I'm going to be the highlighted prize, Grandfather, it would only make sense that I

make an appearance at all times. Plus, the people here will all one day be under my rule... correct?"

There was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as I stopped at his side and casually leaned in to give

him a small hug. The hug itself definitely shocked him as I felt him stiffen under me and gently return

the favor. “Yes, I suppose you're right."

The moment he released me from the 'hug' I had given him, I cast my gaze to Solina and frowned. "I

think you're in the wrong seat, Solina. That seat is reserved for the next in line... and in fact-”

I turned my gaze towards Mani and smirked. "Grandfather, shouldn't the fae prince be sitting on the

other side of you, considering he is royalty?”

Mani stared at me in shock and anger. "Had you been here in time, Cassie, you—"

Odin held up his hand, silencing everyone at the table. "Cassie is right... Solina, you need to find

another place to sit. As for the prince... I apologize for the confusion. Finnick, would you please take

Mani's seat next to me? I don’t know what I was thinking this morning."

Solina and Mani both hesitated for a moment before quickly getting up with their plates and moving

further down the table. The servants made quick of placing new dishes in front of me and making sure

Finnick was situated across from me.

I hadn't taken the time to properly take notice of the prince, and after the way I acted last night, I found

myself feeling slightly foolish for my behavior. Something I was definitely going to have to make

amends for.

Finnick didn't bother to look at me right away and instead spoke directly to Odin, giving me the chance

to really take notice of him. I was definitely foolish to think less of him because, overall, he was a very

attractive man. His onyx hair was pulled back into a ponytail on his head without a single strand out of

place, and instead of the royal garment he wore last night, he had settled this morning for regular black

dress pants and a white button-up shirt rolled at the sleeves.

As if he knew I was watching him, his eyes darted to mine, and I was met with the same mesmerizing

celestial blue eyes I saw every time I looked into the mirror. The fact I had been caught watching him

made me slightly blush, and clearing my throat, I quickly tried to push it away. However, it wasn't done

without his notice-which only left a small smirk on his lips.

"Prince Finnick, I wanted to apologize for last night... I wasn't feeling very well.” I was glad Odin’s

attention was on a pretty, bubbly redhead who was pouring liquid into a golden goblet for him. The sight

of my grandfather groping the giggling girl was disgusting, but thankfully, I had Finnick in front of me to

distract that kind of attention.

"Last night?” he replied, furrowing his brow as he lifted his fork to his mouth, savoring the meat that

was on his plate. "Oh yes... you mean when you had your tantrum.”

Tantrum? Was he being fucking serious right now?!

"I don't know if I would have called it that," I scoffed with a smile as I picked up my glass and lifted it to

my lips, letting my eyes scan the rest of the table where various people sat eating and talking to each

other. The laughter of their conversations filled the room around me.

“Oh, that's exactly what I would call it." Finnick laughed. "It was entertaining."

"I'm glad that I was able to entertain you then.”

The flat response made him chuckle. "Yes... well. I'm sure you will entertain me in more ways than one

in the future. Who knows... you may even enjoy it.”

It was my turn to laugh, and as I did, the water I was drinking went down the wrong tube, causing me to

sputter as I choked slightly, causing the poor guy next to me to turn to me with wide eyes and parted

lips asking if I was okay. 'I'm fine... just went down wrong."

Clearing my throat once more, I stared at my glass for a moment before meeting Finnick's gaze again.

“Well, I wouldn't be so sure about that. Regardless I do hope you enjoy your stay here. I'm sure you will

find someone around here to entertain you while you enjoy watching the games.”

"Watching?” he replied with a small laugh. "You really don't have any idea what is going on with the

games, do you?”

It was clear that Finnick knew way more than I did. As much as I wanted to reach across the table and

strangle him for his smirks and clippy comments, I had to keep myself in check. One, this guy was

royalty, and two, I wanted to make everyone believe I had changed.

If I didn't want to be pushed around, I had to be this different kind of person.

Just as I went to answer him, Silas caught my eye from the side doorway located on the wall behind

Finnick. His hazel eyes captivated me, and as he smiled, he gestured for me to come to him. I wasn't

sure what he wanted, but there was no way that I could simply get up from the table now and excuse

myself.

Thinking quickly, I turned towards Odin and feigned forgetfulness. "Grandfather, I completely forgot

something this morning... I was supposed to meet Sansa to go over the last details of my attire for the

first day of the games. You wouldn't be angry if I left, would you?"

Odin hesitated for a moment, letting his gaze leave the girl beside him to fall on me with a split moment

of confusion before a smile lined his face, and he laughed. ‘Of course not, go do what you need to. I did

enjoy having you here this morning. So make sure you start coming more regularly."

Shit. I hadn't wanted to make it an everyday thing, but now I was fucking locked into it.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it,” I replied with a smile as I turned to Finnick and slowly stood to my feet.

"Prince Finnick... it was lovely as always. Please enjoy your stay in Asgard."

A few eyes met mine as I slipped from the chair and made my way toward the doorway Silas had once

been standing in moments before.

“Silas?" I whispered as I closed the doorway behind me, making my way down the white corridor until I

came to a partially open door where a hand quickly reached out and pulled me into. A yelp escaped my

lips until it was covered by the callused hand of a man, and looking up, I stared into Silas' eyes-the

same eyes I had grown very fond of looking into.

"Did I scare you?" he chuckled as he released my mouth and stepped back with a laugh.

"You're a fucking asshole. I hope you know that..." I muttered, fixing myself as my eyes took in the large

room we were standing in. White walls and navy blue accents littered the area with floor-to-ceiling

bookshelves and a black desk in its center. "What is this place?"

"My office," he replied flatly, making his way toward his desk. "I wanted to speak with you about

something important since no one else plans to."

"Wait... you have an office? Since when does a guardian have an office... and why am I starting to see

that Asgard is run like a business instead of a godly sanctuary like we are told in the human realm?”

Sighing, Silas ran his hand over his face. "As I told you before, Cassie... humans are told what we want

them to know. Everything, no matter where you go, is always about business."

This, of course, was something I was going to have to get used to. "Okay. So what do you want to

speak to me about?"

Taking a moment, he leaned back in his chair and stared at me with his hand upon his rugged jawline.

Silas was incredibly sexy, and I knew that the first time I met him. There was something about the way

he was now that was so different from the carefree man I had known then.

"Prince Finnick is here for you," he replied calmly, catching me off guard, "he plans to make you his

wife.'