Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

The roar of laughter that left the mouths of the men in that locker room was enough for anyone outside

of this building to hear it—and Soren wasn't pleased with what I said. His eyes narrowed at me as he

sneered at my remark. "You have a lot to say for a woman who's being passed off as a prize to please

the man that wins."

Placing my hands on my hips, I refused to back down and let him see me falter. It was men like him

that made me wonder if I should just be single forever. He was nothing but a prick looking to get one off

and any pretty face who would entertain him.

"If that's what you think this entire thing is then I'm afraid you're wrong." Hearing me say he was wrong

seemed to puzzle him, giving me the opportunity I needed to put him in his place. 'You see, the winner

won’t win me. He will win the opportunity to please me however I see fit for the rest of his life. Granted

you will have luxuries... but you will never be free again."

Silence fell over the locker rooms at my comment, and as I glanced around I watched every man in

there silently question what I was saying. They had all come into this thinking that they had a chance to

bag themselves a princess as some may say. Yet, never stopped to think that perhaps that wasn't the

case.

“You're lying," he muttered.

Turning to him again my smile widened. "Am I?"

It only took a moment for him to step aside and storm off without another word. He didn't like what I had

to say, and I didn't care if he didn't like it. It was the truth. I would never let a man think that just

because he won the tournament, I was his property to do with as he pleased.

I was no one’s property, and if that was what people thought my future was going to be, they were

sadly mistaken. Moving through the lockers, I turned every corner until my eyes landed upon the dark

hair of Lucas, his dark eyes connected with mine. "Cassie?"

"Lucas, I found you,' I muttered as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me.

There were cuts and bruises all over his body and I knew that with time, they would heal but it didn't

stop me from worrying about him.

The comforting moment only lasted a moment before he pulled back from me with a frown. "What are

you doing in here, Cassie?"

"I came to make sure you were okay... aren't you glad to see me?"

He seemed taken back that I was there, and for a moment, I thought I saw pleasure in his eyes upon

seeing me but it quickly disappeared and was replaced by something else that I didn't understand.

"Cassie, you can't be here. You need to leave."

I opened and closed my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. I had thought he would have been

happy to see him considering it had been so long but instead of happiness, he was frowning and telling

me to leave.

"I'm not leaving," I replied flatly with my hand on my hip as I stared at him in disbelief. "I came to check

on you. It was brutal out there, and I wanted to make sure you were safe.*

Agitation and annoyance flowed off him as somewhere within the locker room laughter echoed, and I

realized that there must have been people listening to our exchange which only made him even more

upset that I was here. "I'm not a fucking two-year-old, Cassie. I don’t need you to come check on me.

You being here makes me look weak, and complicates everything I'm trying to do."

"What are you talking about?" I gasped trying to understand what was so wrong with me being here.

'Girls do it all the time..."

"Yes! Exactly! Girls, Cassie... fucking girls. You're still mentally eighteen, Cassie. You may be twenty on

earth, but you’re not on earth anymore. Not to mention twenty-year- olds don't do shit like this and your

immature behavior is really starting to make me wonder if you're even ready for the future you're

supposed to have. Now leave, and don't do this shit again."

My heart ached at his words as he grabbed his white shirt from the bench and pulled it over his head.

He was still just as gorgeous as I remembered, and yet I couldn't understand why he seemed so cold

toward me. I guess he had a point but at the same time, I hadn't meant to act immature. I was

genuinely worried for him, and he was scolding me like I was a child.

Stepping closer to him, I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Tell me you're only acting like this to throw

them off. You don't mean that...'

He paused for a moment before his brows knitted together and a heavy breath escaped him. 'I'm being

serious, Cassie. I know what you're looking for, but I already told you where I stood with things. I am

participating in this contest like everyone else, and if I don't win, then I'm not worthy of you. End of

story. Now fucking leave and don't come back.'

"Lovers quarrel-* a mischievous and annoying voice commented behind me. "Here I thought this

competition was going to be fair.’

Turning around. I took in my cousin, who stared at me with a lust-filled gaze I hadn't wanted to see. His

body leaned up against the far wall as he used a towel to wipe off his hands while he raked his eyes up

and down my body. "Cousin... I don't know what you’re referring to.'

"Oh, don't play coy with me, Cassie. I am aware of what he is to you."

Before I could address his comment, Lucas stepped forward with his fists clenched at his side. "I can

assure you there is nothing going on. I was just telling Cassie it wasn't appropriate for her to be here

and that she didn't need to come back."

The tone of his voice was demanding and cold, and as I stared between the two men, I had to hold

back tears of anger that threatened to fall down my face from the way Lucas had spoken to me, and in

the end, all I could do was lash out in anger. "You can both go fuck yourselves."

I didn't bother to hear anything else they had to say as I stormed past them back through the locker

room and out the door back into the cool fresh air. I was a fool to think going in there to check on Lucas

was a good idea. I had allowed myself to be made fun of and ridiculed and all for what? To have a man

I care about speak to me as if I was nothing?

Sansa had been right, and there was no way she was going to let me live this down.

I walked forward toward the city from the outskirts where the arena lay. My mind reeled over what had

just happened as my heart clenched knowing that things had indeed changed between Lucas and me. I

had hoped that he would still make exceptions to come see me even though he was in the contest, but

of course, that had only been wishful thinking.

The moment my feet hit the cobbled steps leading toward my building the tears of frustration that I had

been holding back slowly began to leak through. I may have been immortal but I still had mortal

feelings. "God, how could I be so stupid..."

“Talking to yourself again?" a familiar voice asked from within the garden walls of wildflowers marble

statues. Looking around, I quickly wiped the loose tears from my eyes until Finnick came into sight.

"Are you following me?" I snapped without meaning to sound as harsh as I did. "I'm really not in the

mood to play games, Finn.'

The tall, godly figure of Finn came properly into view as he strode forward in loose white and blue linen

clothing that was more ornate than what I was accustomed to seeing. His white hair was partially up,

and loosely hung down around his face is waves highlighting his chiseled jaw and piercing eyes. Even

with his clothing that seemed so simple but clung to him in certain areas, accenting the rigid well built

muscles of his body made me mentally pause in my steps to admire him.

He was gorgeous, but something about him still made me wary.

“Cassie, what's wrong?* There was a seriousness of concern in his voice as he stepped toward me.

His hand reached out to wipe a stray tear from my cheek as he stared into my eyes with the same

celestial glowing hues I was so accustomed to seeing in my own reflection.

“Nothing, I'm fine. It's just been a very long day...' I replied trying to avoid having an awkward

conversation with him. Typically, I wouldn't want to speak with him at all, but right now his presence

was honestly comforting.

"Cassie, I can tell something is wrong with you. Let's go to my room... I'll have them make some tea

and we can talk about things."

Shaking my head, I tried to refuse him, but he took my hand nonetheless and pulled me forward. I

wasn't sure what to expect, but no matter how much I found myself uncertain about what he was

asking of me I couldn't help but wonder why it also felt right.