Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 585 – A Gift From Maddox (Beatrice)
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” I heard Helel call from behind me, but I had rushed away. My back felt fine, but my mind was all over the place now. As I crossed the road, I couldn’t help but tear up. “What’s going on with me?” I muttered to myself, sprinting into my apartment and throwing myself on the couch, crying into my hands.
My mom had been informed by Akin that I got into a confrontation with Mr. Bobaski, and Helel took me to his mansion to sort out the issue. They played down the whole situation in front of her, and I believe they did well. My mom would have never understood and would only stress out if she knew I was hurt. But now I was fine physically, mentally, not so well.
I eventually dozed off on the couch, and when I woke up, it was still dark. “I should probably go to my bedroom,” I sighed, getting to my feet and leaving the couch when I felt like someone was in the kitchen. There was no reason for my mother to be cooking at this hour of the night. I cautiously made my way to the kitchen, and it wasn’t so dark anymore. But what I found inside shook me to my c*ore. It was the brothers. Akin was standing behind a huge counter, which seemed nothing like my small kitchen. He was cooking while Helel was standing behind him with a can of beer. Maddox was sitting across the counter with Zane, both teasing each other.
Suddenly, they went silent and turned their attention to me. “What’s going on here?” I asked myself, my knees shaking. “Beatrice! Come, have breakfast with us, our stepsister,” Helel said, making my skin form goosebumps. “Oh yeah, come along. Look, your stepbrother is cooking breakfast for all of us,” Maddox gestured at me, waving his hand.
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“Don’t be weirded out. I won’t tell your secret to anyone,” Zane winked, clicking his t*ongue and instantly putting his f*inger to his l*ips. I began to shake my head, stepping back to get out of this kitchen. What was this place? As I turned around to run to my mother’s room and talk about the intruders, I realized I was in a living room with a TV playing.
“The volcano is soon to erupt. But there’s no need to panic as the Alpha King brothers promise to take care of it,” the news blared, and I gulped, noticing the brothers sitting on the couch together.
They all turned to face me simultaneously with steady movements. “Look, Beatrice! It’s the Vortex!” they all said in unison.
“No! What’s going on? I’m not supposed to be here,” my voice barely loud enough to be heard by them. I began to run upstairs, and once again, instead of finding my room, I found a much larger room with a big window behind the bed. “This isn’t my room!” I stuttered, before two hands swiftly wrapped around my waist and carried me to toss me onto the bed. It happened quickly, but I was scared.
“Stop it! You’re not going to set the guestroom on fire,” Helel’s voice came as he attempted to pin my hands on the bed. “Get off me,” I screamed, wondering what he was talking about. What guestroom? What fire? He pinned my hands above my head, and that’s when I started wailing with my eyes closed. “Beatrice!”
“No! Set me free!” I shouted again, trying to break free from his grasp. “Beatrice! Wake up!” Finally, my mom’s hands shook me awake. I found myself on the couch, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. “It was just a nightmare,” my mother said, sitting beside me and gently patting my cheek.
“I saw–” I rubbed my face in my hands and stopped. She didn’t need to know. It would only worry her. It would be worrisome for her that I’ve been having nightmares about the mayor’s sons. So, I decided not to spark a conversation about it. “When did you come home last night?” my mom asked, running her hand through my hair to fix them.
“Late!” I replied, coughing to clear my throat.
“What happened last night? I heard you spoke to the owner in front of the mayor’s son,” she seemed worried, and rightfully so. The owner had threatened to kick us out, so she was probably wondering if we’d be homeless by tonight.
“Helel said-” I paused as my mother interrupted, “The mayor’s son! The one with the long hair?” she inquired, and I nodded. She didn’t have to try to recognize him. It reminded me of my steamy encounter with him from last night.
“What did he say?” being curious, my mom shook my arm to wake me out of my thoughts.
“He said the owner won’t kick us out,” I watched her smile in relief.
“I didn’t know the mayor’s sons were so kind. I’m glad you had his help. I was so scared of what Bobaski would do when confronted by you,” she uttered with a satisfactory smile playing across her l*ips.
“I made breakfast. Co freshen up and come join me,” my mother’s warm smile was all I needed to feel better after such a scary nightmare. I’m sure I had that dream because of my encounter with Helel.
“I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes,” I informed my mother, ready to leave for a shower.
“Umm, by the way–there was a package that arrived in the morning,” Mom informed me, and my proceeding steps halted. “A package for me?” I frowned in confusion.
“Yeah, I put it in your room. Who sent it to you?” she called from the kitchen.
“I’m as clueless as you. I’ll go check it,” I ran upstairs to see what this package was about. Once I was in my room, I found the package resting on my bed. Tearing it open, I was stunned to see the same dress I had liked in the store where Maddox bullied me.