Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 412- His Anaconda

After we discussed the whole thing, Akin and I returned to our rooms and everybody was asked to leave the

mansion. The mother and the child were now taken to the hospital and the authorities have sealed the crime scene.

Everything was put to rest until morning.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” I said, wandering around the room and trying to solve this case.

“Maybe it is one of their ways to make us look evil?” Akin suggested and I tilted my head at him.

“But my mother would never sacrifice a life just to prove a point,” I argued in a soft tone. I was now realizing how

difficult it was to look him in the eye after what happened between us in the weakest moments. 

“I am not saying your mother is involved, but even if she is, you wouldn’t know. I used to think my parents were

saints—nah, actually I always had a feeling they were messy,” he then shrugged and sat in the bed.

“Akin! You are maybe not taking it seriously. The type of things they are trying to do to make werewolf look evil is a

very dangerous game they are playing. This is only one incident, but imagine if this keeps happening. They will get

their hands on you—,” I was yammering when his soft words shut me up.

“You will save me,” he said and when I looked at him, he shut his eyes and pretended to be resting.

“About that— how would I save you if I don’t even know what is going on with you?” I asked, and my eyes

accidentally traveled to his shorts. He really left this room with such a big weapon hiding in his shorts?

I gulped and shyly looked away.

“I want to know everything about Talia?” I asked, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and confusion. He

nodded gravely, his expression darkening as he spoke.

“When I scolded her for attempting to seduce me, she came clean about her plans. She told me that Igor wanted

her to manipulate me into doing things with her that he could later use against me in front of you,” As he spoke, I

felt a wave of revulsion wash over me.

It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the depravity that lurked just beneath the surface of our seemingly

idyllic life. “She explained what was really going on,” he continued. “Igor keeps many innocent girls as s*ex slaves

and uses them for his own twisted pleasures.”

I was stunned, my mind struggling to comprehend the enormity of what he was saying. The shock of the revelation

was so great that I felt myself gagging, unable to even speak. At that moment, I knew that we had to act quickly.

We couldn’t let Igor continue to prey on innocent young women, using them for his own sick pleasure. But how

could we possibly stop him? The enormity of the task ahead of us was daunting, but we knew we had to try. “That’s

ridiculously cruel,” I huffed, placing my hands on my waist and fueling with anger.

“Which makes me wonder about tonight’s chaos,” Akin whispered, but that’s when his phone rang and he got out of

bed to attend to the call.

“Hmm, okay! Good. Keep an eye out for him,” he said and hung up, showing me the screen. “It was Colt.”

“So, he’s working for you now?” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm and raising my eyebrow.

“He trusts me more with his queries than you,” he shrugged teasingly before walking around to look for a charger. I

was about to give him a good response, but then my eyes landed on his shorts again. I don’t know how he was not

noticing it, but his d*ic*k was so huge and standing so h*ard.

He turned around and then looked at me with a frown on his face. “Have you seen my charger?”

I turned my face away because I was seeing more than just a charger now.

“What happened?” he asked innocently, standing tall with his broad shoulders and that huge sword in his shorts.

“I don’t know,” I yelled, waving my hand to make him turn to the other side.

“What’s going on?” he asked in bewilderment and came in front of me.

“Look at me,” he insisted and I took a d*eep breath before raising my head. He must have noticed my red cheeks

because he started scratching his scalp.

“What is—,” he paused when I turned away again, “you— oh s*hit!”

Yeah, it took him some time, probably because he thought he could fool us with his black shorts.

“This is —because of—,” he tried making an excuse but couldn’t.

“It is okay. It is a natural thing. It happens,” I cleared my throat and spoke awkwardly, “just go to the bathroom and

take care of it before returning to the bed.”

I rushed to the bed and got under the covers as if it wasn’t a c*oc*k but an anaconda I was running from. He stood

near the bed still for a few minutes before I heard him walk over to the other side and get in the bed.

“I told you to take care of it first,” my damn mouth. I cannot stay silent for a good one minute. As soon as I

complained, he turned to face me and mumbled in a very sexy one.

“I thought you were going to do it for me.”

I swear that moment he said that word was the only time when I have been so shy. My eyes jumped out of their

sockets and I let out a loud gasp, pushing the covers away and getting up once again to look at him.

This night kept getting worse.

“I mean, of course, it is a terrible night. Somebody died and I am— I will go take a shower,” I am sure he got

worried with my response because he didn’t wait around for another minute and left to take a shower.

I felt bad for reacting like this. It must have been so h*ard for him to come out of his shell and I ruined it all.

The night was peaceful after that, but the morning was not. We woke up to an announcement that the boy had

fallen into a coma.