Sharing Beatrice novel

Chapter 39

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 39 – Cannot Lose My Virginity

“I loved this place. Are we really leaving?” I asked my mom, watching her clumsily pack our bags.

“Not really. If one thing I have learned about Vasquez, it is that he will never let me leave him.” She

smirked while not really putting much effort into taking my clothes off the hangers. I now understood

why she was delaying so much. She was waiting for him to apologize to her and beg her to stay with

him.

While she talked about it, we heard a knock on the door.

“Scar! Baby, open the door,” he commanded from the other side of the door. Mom turned to me and

then smiled, getting on her feet and walking over to the door to attend it. She left the room to have a Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

word with him. I had been in a very busy routine since morning, so my throat started to give up on me.

Since I had a fever too, I thought I should grab something to drink. Obviously, I now knew my mom and

I were not going anywhere, so I had calmed down. After reaching the kitchen, I started looking for

anything to eat and drink.

“Let me help you with that,” I heard Maddox say from behind me when I grabbed a soda bottle and

couldn’t undo the cork. He took the bottle out of my hands, opened it with his bare hands, and offered it

back to me.

“Thank you,” I answered, taking a little sip like a scared kitten. The only reason for me to be afraid of

him was his intense stare. He was hunching over the counter beside me and staring into my soul.

“You guys are not leaving?” he inquired, and I almost spat the drink out.

“No!” I answered, holding the bottle between both my hands and taking little sips.

“You must be disappointed,” I commented, and I watched him lower his face and laugh a little at my

statement.

“Don’t act like you know me,” he then raised his face, and there was no residue of any smile from

before, “What happened there?” he frowned and walked over to the other side just so that we are

standing face to face with a counter between us.

“What?” I asked.

He gently pushed my hair back and ran his finger over my cheek. I pulled away from him because I still

remembered how agonizing his hatred made me feel.

“This!” he whispered. I didn’t even realize my mother had left a bruise on my cheek until he mentioned

it.

“My mom got really upset when she thought I had hurt myself by being reckless,” I answered,

continuing to drink.

“Hurt yourself?” he frowned.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “She saw the blood from my back on the sheets and thought maybe I was being

reckless,” I explained. His stare turned intense for a moment before he c*oc*ked his face and

deepened his eyes into mine.

“She thought you lost your virginity?” As soon as he asked that, I spat the drink out finally.

“Wh—,” I started coughing and fighting to catch my breath, “No! my mother only hits me when she

thinks I hurt myself or put myself in danger.” I corrected him. I mean, I knew how one bleeds when they

lose their virginity, but I never really thought about it until my mom saw the sheets.

“Beatrice! Don’t be too d*um*b. Why would she hit you if you had hurt yourself or were in danger? She

hit you because she thought she lost control over you.” He was saying things that made no sense to

me.

“That is not how my mom treats me. She cares for me. Yes! She doesn’t want me to sleep around

because boys are mad. But she will never hit me for it.” I shook my head confidently at him and

grabbed the bottle again.

“The bruise on your face. How can you be so chill about it? Does it not hurt?” He was clenching his

perfectly shaped jaw while looking at my bruise.

“That is sweet coming from someone who was so aggressively pushing me around, yanking my hair,

and also kicking me out in the middle of the night of a terrible storm. I appreciate the change. I guess

the rejection was a good idea after all.” I said it all in one breath before taking a bigger sip this time.

He stared at my face for a minute before he smiled.

“It is not funny. Abusing someone and being rude to them,” I didn’t like how he was smiling as if he did

a very great job.

“I am not smiling because of that. I am smiling because—,” he paused to take a deep breath, “because

you are cute,” he whispered those words, and I forgot to gulp the drink down my throat. For a moment,

I kept the liquid in my mouth. My cheeks pumped like chipmunks as I stared into his beautiful eyes.

“I was heavily drugged up that night. I wish I hadn’t, but I don’t have a time machine to go back in time

and fix it. However, it is true that I was creeped out about the idea of having a stepsister for a mate.” He

nodded as he agreed with himself.

“So, are you going to be angry at me again if we feel the mate bond?” I asked, and the corner of his lip

stretched upward.

“If that happens again, then it means it is meant to be.” My heart skipped a beat when he surrendered

like that.

“But I have a question for you,” his smirk grew wider as his words turned into a whisper, “Would you be

able to handle four d*ic*ks? I mean, we are alpha kings. We are needy, and highly s*e*xually

demanding. Of course, we will not f*orc*e you, but what about you? Wouldn’t you want to taste your

mates every day?” The more he talked about s*e*x and the private body part that he so nonchalantly

talked about, the more I began to feel terrified.

“I —,” I could no longer drink any more.

“Hm! Think about it,” he said as he walked over to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of beer, and left for his

room.