Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

84-Let’s Do In The Classroom.

“Don’t fucking tell me again how to take care of the mat- ters of the west,” Zane groaned, warning me

to stay silent when it comes to his business.

He did piss me off with how rude he sounded. I straight- ened my back and pulled away from him with

a frown on my forehead. Soon, the history teacher walked in and started bombarding us with quizzes.

If only I knew he was planning a quiz, I would have skipped school. History was not something I was

interested in, at least not werewolf history. My concern was simple. Why do we need to keep focusing

on the past?

Needless to say, I failed miserably. The teacher yelled at me the entire time, reminding me how

ungrateful I was for be- ing put in his class and not learning anything from him.

I stayed with my head down, not having an inkling of how to get him off my back, and then finally he

decided to set us free.

“Remember, I want you all prepared for the next quiz,” the teacher yelled as the students started

gathering their stuff. “And where do you think you are headed to?” Mr. Olis then looked my way and

spoke in a very rough tone.

Mr. Olis was never our history teacher. We got assigned all the new teachers for this semester, and out

of them all, he was the most annoying one. He was reaching 70 and was one of the best they claimed

to have. He was the most annoying if you ask me.

“Home,” I uttered, getting out of my seat and holding my hands in front of my body while he shook his

head.

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“Call your ride back home and tell him you are in deten- tion,” Olis yelled, fixing his back in the chair to

adjust more comfortably.

“What?” I almost choked on my own breath. He cannot keep me here like this while the others are

leaving.

“You cannot walk out of here after showing such a poor performance,” he yelled again in his rough and

heavy voice. The students have walked out of the room by now. Zane was the only one left behind,

purposely slowing down to listen to our conversation.

“I cannot stay here alone,” I argued with Mr. Olis, wishing to slap him hard on the head.

“I will be staying here until you are done memorizing the whole history tree of the Spade family,” Olis

said and pointed at Zane, who straightened his back at the mention of his fami-

“I can help her if you don’t mind.” Zane then added, and Mr. Olis nodded.

“I expected such kindness from you, my lord.” Olis smiled only because he was talking to the alpha

king.

“You! Come over here and draw the family tree on the board. I’ll return to check on your progress,” Olis

said as he grabbed his belongings and walked toward the other room. The master suite had a room

where we were studying and a small bedroom next to it, where I supposed Mr. Olis was headed. He

was old and tired, too.

I could literally watch him from the big window as he rest- ed in the bed and smiled comfortably.

“Come on, you better get going if you don’t wish to spend the entire night here,” Zane walked ahead of

me and grabbed the board marker in his hand, waving it for me to get it from him. I walked over to him

and snatched the marker out of his

hands in anger and frustration.

“I have never met anyone so dull in the head as you be- fore,” Zane commented with a taunting tone,

folding his arms and leaning his back against the board while I struggled to begin.

“I am not interested in what your family did in the past.” | rolled my eyes and tapped the tip of the

marker on the board, having no clue how I was going to get out of this.

“But I am sure you will be interested in what I am going to do,” he whispered, and he moved his body

forward to stand behind me. I froze for a moment until he whispered, “I can help you finish this quickly.”

He offered to adjust the book for me near the board. I could copy it easily. Although I looked to my side

and noticed Mr. Olis pass out like he wasn’t going to wake up again.

My only fear was Zane waking him up and snitching on me, but now that he himself offered me,

It wasn’t long before I found his hand roaming all over my thigh from the back and reaching up to the

jeans shorts I was wearing. I had a black sweater on the black skirt and nothing else underneath it

except for a bra.

I started writing on the board while Zane was causing me distraction. His hands were going up and

down my thighs, and then he took a step farther and ran his hands between my legs. He did it with so

much force that I jolted ahead. That didn’t stop him from being mischievous. He placed his fingers on

my pussy from over the shorts and put as much pressure as he could on my vagina.

“Ah!” I almost screamed before biting my bottom lip and shaking my body. I could barely write a few

words with the way Zane was touching me.

His hands ran up, lifting my shirt and reaching for my boobs. He grasped them with no hesitation and

pressed his hard body tightly against my back. I could feel his dick grow against my ass as he pressed

and played with my boobs.

“He will wake up,” I whispered back at him, scared of Olis finding us in that situation.

“When he does, we will know,” Zane drew his lips near my ear and whispered back, slipping his hands

under my bra and pulling the bra up to my neck. The moment his firm hands grasped my boobs, I

flinched.

He was very rough when playing with them. I even had to rest my other hand on the board to not lose

my balance.