Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

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

Chapter 288 – I Am Guilty.

Maura’s POV:

“I am sorry I almost forgot your mother is a weredragon,” he then shook his head and rolled his eyes, trying to stay awake.

“It is okay,” I said as I kept staring at him. He hadn’t said anything bad or expressed his anger towards my requesting of him to help a weredragon, but I am guessing he was going to do it now.

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“Maura! It will be a bit difficult to help you but I will do my best. She is a weredragon and I believe she is at a point where she needs to transition and recover from the years of long torture. I will suggest you don’t give her the pills immediately and let her transform into a safe environment,” he mumbled under his breath, scratching his stomach and gulping down the rest of the wine.

He was wasted at this point, so I couldn’t argue with him about how once she transitions, somebody will see and hurt her. So, I didn’t do much and helped him walk over to the couch and lie down.

“You need to rest,” I said to him, taking the bottle out of his hand and leaving it near the table.

“The mountain has some hunters—so be wary of the —area and don’t go around —,” he was speaking in his sleep at this point. I watched him change his side and doze off.

“Thank you for helping me.” I whispered, looking around to understand the layout of the house. There was a narrow hallway at the entrance, leading to a room that then opened to the living room. There was another room on the opposite side of this room and with that room was a kitchen. My mother was sleeping in that room and since we haven’t removed the shackles from around her wrist yet, I didn’t fear her transitioning. Zane had fallen asleep on the living room couch. I found some blankets and other stuff, so I covered my mother and then Zane with the blankets.

I stood in front of Zane and kept staring at his face. There was this guilt inside me that wouldn’t let me rest. Although I was tired, I just couldn’t rest at all.

“I’m such a bad friend. No! I’m just a bad person. She was doing so much for me and I did this to her,” I rubbed my hands on my face and stepped away from Zane. It seemed like I changed because of him. Or maybe I was always a selfish b*itc*h.“I did whatever I have to do for my mother,” I tried giving myself an explanation, but nothing seemed appropriate enough to screw someone over like this.

It seemed like unintentionally I grew jealous of Beatrice. It has to be in the back of my head that I didn’t think twice and handed that poor girl to that heartless bastard.

With all that guilt and memory of Beatrice’s innocent face, I realized I need to correct what I did wrong.

“I have to save her,” I said to myself. I could have asked Zane and come clean to him, but I feared I will lose him forever.

If anything, I messed her up, so I should take responsibility for it. I left the house in a hurry and started walking crazily towards the house.

It wouldn’t be that far for me since I was used to walking miles every day. But I had to rush. After sprinting as if my life depended on it, I finally saw the house in distance and my heartbeat raced inside my chest.

This would be the first time that I have come to fight Ubel. I was petrified.

I started walking towards the front and noticed the house was engulfed in silence. He has to be in the basement. Just the thought of him hurting Beatrice made me want to hit myself. It was all my fault. God knows how she must have felt when she woke up to him in view.

Taking deep breaths, I entered the house and was immediately certain he was in the basement because the basement door was left open. He had been doing this for so long that he didn’t fear anybody would catch him. Besides, nobody would ever visit us, so he had grown fearless with time.

I grabbed a vase from the side table before slamming the door to get his attention. Right after that, I rushed over to the kitchen on the side and hid behind the wall. I was shaking while holding that vase. Either I would save her or I will get my karma and get caught by him. I was ready for both. I heard him march upstairs and then head toward the door to peek outside.

“There is no storm,” he grunted to himself, “maybe it was an animal. Ah! The cats! Freaking cats!” he then sighed in exhaustion, yelling and sprinting in the direction of the kitchen to make sure the cats had not been drinking the milk like they always do.

With his every proceeding step, I felt sweat running down my temples. The instant he stepped in, I attacked him.

“AHHH!” he screamed and covered his head with his hand, feeling the blood and turning around to glare at me.“YOU!” he groaned, but his body was imbalanced. He kept shaking and stepping back while trying to keep his eyes on me.

“I am— going to get y—,” he mumbled, and then his body collapsed on the ground with a loud thud.

I dropped the vase and ran to find Beatrice chained up against the wall and about to pass out.

“Beatrice!” I called her name and she instantly responded by raising her head a little and frowning.

“I am so sorry. I don’t deserve your friendship,” I instantly broke into tears when approaching her.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

That prick had drugged her. I saw the lingerie on the ground and knew what he was planning. I was glad I arrived on time.

“I am sorry!” I kept apologizing while holding the iron chains and bending them until they started melting. She was out of her senses, so she never got to respond to me.