Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

98-What Are You Hiding. Gwen?

I instantly grabbed the dildo and forced it out, fixed my panties, and stepped away from Maddox.

“You are an asshole!” I yelled, glaring into his face while he looked at me in shock. Guess what! He

never thought I would do something like that.

“What did you fucking say to me?” he yelled back, ap- proaching me aggressively.

“I said, you are a fucking assho—,” before I could finish, he threw the dildo in my face and it really

struck me hard.

“Get the fuck out of my room with your sex toy.” He yelled as he changed his tone and accused me

instead.

“What? Are you crazy? It is not my toy,” I resisted leaving his bedroom, at least in that moment

because I could hear the footsteps outside.

The brothers were in the hallway, and if they heard him talk all this nonsense, they would think I was

trying to seduce Maddox into sleeping with me.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room, making me bump into Zane and Helel, who were

reaching for their rooms.

“I am not in the mood to teach you about sex toys, you horny bitch,” Maddox yelled, watching the

brothers step ahead and stare at the toy on the ground.

“You bought this, I didn’t even know how it work—,” I was trying to speak when Maddox screamed in

anger to silence What Are You Hiding Gwen?

“I wasn’t in your room. You came to my room; you wanted to fulfil your nasty desires.” He looked eerily

creepy when he stared into my eyes.

“That’s enough. Go back to your room,” Helel ordered Maddox when watching him lose his control with

me. Maddox scoffed as she scanned me from head to toe with a look of disgust on his face and

slammed the door in my face, leaving the Dildo outside with me. I awkwardly turned to the side and

noticed the looks on Helel and Zane’s faces.

“He is —-ying,” I stammered, stepping away from the toy. Helel didn’t say a word, but the way he

rushed into his room and slammed the door was a sign that he was afraid he would be the next.

As for Zane, he smirked and gently kicked the dildo around.

“Hmm! You should have come for me if you so desperate- ly wanted to learn about it.” Zane let out a

little chuckle. He has to know Maddox was lying.

“No wonder we all care about Gwen. She is not thirsty like you. She cares about her dignity, unlike

you,” Zane scoffed, pulling the corner of his lips upward to form a nasty smirk.

“Take it to your room, as it seems like now you will have to rely on it since all the brothers are over

you,” Zane comment- ed as he kicked the toy around and then walked over to his bedroom.

“You know, an overly used toy loses its charm.” He then made one last comment before walking into

his room and leaving me angry in the hallway.

“I am an overly used toy, and that Gwen is the innocent birdie?” | grunted, clenching my fists, and made

my way downstairs.

It was one of these moments where I wish I had not si- lenced my wolf and she had stopped me from

taking another wrong step out of jealousy when the brothers were already mad at me. Akin was the

only one downstairs while the others left for their rooms.

Akin walked past me and decided to ignore me. He pretty much watched me breathe with difficulty and

stop in my tracks to face him, but he ignored to pay attention to my tears. He didn’t even ask me why I

had been crying.

It was at this moment that I reckoned I had lost my dignity in their eyes. I never found an inkling of

respect in their eyes for me. Who is to blame for it?

I, who else?

“She is in her room. Try to be quiet when working in the kitchen,” Akin warned me, rushing past me to

the hallway where his personal library was. Hearing him care so much. about her pissed me off even

more. How the hell were they able to fall for her so hard when they were so cold to their own mate?

“Oh! You want me to be quiet? I will make sure she isn’t able to make a noise ever again.” I gritted my

teeth and con- tinued walking in the direction of her room.

I reached Gwen’s room and found it left open. I barged in without even knocking. She seemed to have

been changing her clothes when I arrived at her.

“What are your intentions with the—” I yelled, but the words left dry in my throat when my eyes landed

on the beau- tiful pendant in her neck.

It had a beautiful green eye and two light wings around it. The chain reminded me of what Colt had

been wearing this whole time.

“Hey! I am changing,” she said, pulling her shirt over her head to wear it and then complaining.

“What is that?” I inquired about her complaints and point- ed my finger at her pendant, watching a gulp

run down her throat. There was no way this pendant was a regular pendant, and her terrified

expression confirmed it. I knew there was something off about her. Her having no past and claiming to

have no memories was a sign she had come here for a pur-pose.

“Get out of my room,” she hissed, not sounding the way she does on a regular basis.

“Show me that.” I pointed at her neck again, and she took more steps back from me. It didn’t add up

that her body was shaking and her face was angry.

“What?” she muttered, taking a step away from me while holding a towel over her neck even when she

was fully dressed,

“Show me that pendant,” I demanded as I lunged at her. The whole evening had been a mess, and

since when had I acted wisely in difficult situations?