Sharing Beatrice novel

Chapter 93

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 93 – Welcome Home, Stranger

I got out of my room to look for him when he told me he had managed to enter the mansion by telling

the guards he was my friend. I couldn’t tell how someone could be so confident, but I was impressed. I

found him standing on the porch, probably looking around to find a way to break the door open and

walk inside. I am sure that’s why he wanted to know where my bedroom was, because he thought he

could find it by himself.

“Get inside.” I opened the door and held him by his shiny black jacket and pulled him into the mansion.

He looked shocked at the moment, but then realized I was afraid of get- ting caught with him.

“Why did you do that?” I asked while rolling my eyes at him.

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“You said I could meet you here.” He shrugged, his eyes wandering around and scanning every little

detail of the mansion.

“Fine. Come with me to my room.” I said, and he followed me in silence. I don’t know if it was a good

idea to bring the stranger to my room, but I just did it.

Once he was in my bedroom, I watched his mouth form a big O.

“This room is vast. What do you do in here, play football?” he asked in amusement, taking a full circle

and talking about how spacious it was.

“Colt! Sorry for earlier. I didn’t bring my teacher into the woods,” I said as I recalled how our last

conversation went.

“I reckoned,” he answered, finally lowering his face and then walking over to my bed. He jumped on it

without even asking my permission first. I realized he wasn’t like a normal werewolf. His mannerisms

were different. Or, more like, he didn’t have any manners.

“Can you not-ugh!” I paused when he pulled his legs up, and his dirty shoes ruined my bedsheet.

“never mind. I will get you beer,” I offered, rushing out of my room to let out the breath I had been

holding in.

“I am sure it is not a bad thing. He is a friend of mine, and he can come over,” I convinced myself, even

when he wasn’t just a friend of mine. He was a weredragon.

Once I grabbed him a beer, I bolted upstairs and found him lurking around my closet.

“Hey!” I complained, slamming the closet door in his face. “You are not supposed to look into my stuff!”

I frowned.

“Oh! Sorry!” He excused himself and grabbed the can of beer out of my hands before I could even offer

him anything.

He was pretty upfront about his feelings and what he wanted to do.

“So, what were you doing in the woods?” I asked, feeling very awkward in his presence. He once again

sat down on the bed and started chugging the beer.

“I was looking for someone,” he said. I frowned, thinking he meant me.

“How did you find me?” I then inquired, and he shrugged, stealing eyes from me.

“I just did. You live here, but you are not their sister. What is your relationship with them?” He asked as

he finished the beer can and tossed it aside without a care in the world.

“I am family,” I said, not finding the proper words.

“Hm, so you must know all about their business and pack matters?” He asked, his eyes fixating on my

face with a lot of interest.

“Wait a minute. You found out I live with the alpha king brothers, and you wanted to befriend me so that

you could get something from me? Is that what is happening here?” I let out a scoff as I caught on to

him pretty early on. He wasn’t even subtle about trying to get information out of me.

“Yes,” instead of lying, he shamelessly nodded, making my jaw hit the floor.

“You are lucky I don’t get angry when somebody uses me.” Those words slipped my mouth as a result

of the treatment the brothers have been giving me.

“What do you want to know?” I then asked him without holding a grudge against him. I just felt very

intrigued about. hearing what he was up to.

“I want to know about someone from the Great War era.

There used to be a weredragon named Destiny Despair. I want to find out what happened to her.” He

asked, his eyes showing concern about the person in question.

“From 17 years ago? Was she your mother?” I asked, and he nodded his head.

“I wouldn’t call her my mother, but she was a godmother to all the young ones. She used to take care of

their dreams and happiness, making sure they remained far away from despair. But then, after the war

happened, she was the only one that we couldn’t find. I mean, the weredragons knew they had lost

many warriors, but her body was never found. So, I’m guessing she’s still here, lost and vulnerable.” He

sighed as he talked about what they had to go through when the were- dragons were attacked.

“Okay! I will help you, but at a cost. I want to know all about the great war.” I said, and he tilted his head

with a mild smile appearing on his lips.

“Why? You don’t believe what your werewolf teachers are teaching you?” There was a hint of sarcasm

in his tone, and why not? I could tell he didn’t like werewolves that much. werewolves that much.

“What is this pendant?” I inquired, pointing at his pendant that almost k*illed him the other night, yet he

didn’t take it off.

“This is to prevent me from taking my full form of drag- on,” he said, gently touching the pendant and

zoning out. “Oh! I have medicines to make sure my wolf doesn’t come out,” I shrugged, pointing at the

orange pill bottle.

“Hm! I mean, I can still transition, but that will be my were- dragon form. My full form can fly and

everything, but it only works for a few minutes. We turn into full dragons once we die,” he explained the

purpose of the pendant, and I couldn’t help but question him some more.

“Then how did the weredragon warriors die?” I questioned and he lowered his eyes while heaving a

sigh out of his lips.