Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Chapter 125

125-Fill All My Holes

Maura’s POV:

I finished cleaning the café after my shift ended and grabbed my bag to leave. But before doing so, I made sure I had packed food for not only my father but for Pamela and her son, too. She is a 45-year- old single mother who takes care of her disabled son all alone. She is my only neighbor and works with us in the café. Her home is pretty far from our house, but it is still the only house in our area. My father owns the café, U-Chose Café, but he only sits and counts money.

“Have a good night,” I merrily voiced for Pamela, who was also leaving for her home.

“I think it is going to rain. I would have asked you to come to stay under my roof until the rain stops, but I don’t think your father will like it very much,” Pamela mumbled, stealing her eyes from me. This wasn’t the first time she had talked about wanting to invite me, but then would pick a random reason herself and make sure I didn’t go with her.

I assumed she was embarrassed by her son, so I never pressed her or expressed my desire to visit her home. Howev- er, she had been to our place quite a few times but didn’t stay for too long because she didn’t like my father.

“Say hello to Marcus for me,” I voiced as I sprinted ahead of her. My house would take a few more minutes than hers to reach, so I needed to hurry.

Marcus was 23 now. We played together when we were kids, but when he turned 15 and his wolf woke up, he lost his mind. Pamela told us his wolf was disabled, and he was ashamed to face anyone now. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I was not even close to my home when the rain started pouring and soaked me wet. I hid the lunchbox under my arm, but I wasn’t sure how long it could keep the food warm.

It was hard walking around the hills in such a heavy rain; I tripped and slipped on my way back home. The icy rain had entirely messed me up. The pink floral dress I was wearing was all see-through now.

Once I reached my home, I put the food down and looked around in search of my father. Our house was an old building. It had three stories and a basement, where I was not allowed to go. The floor I was standing on had a living room, a kitchen, and a small bedroom for my father. My bedroom was on the top floor. Near our home was our cowshed, where my father kept some cows to milk them.

We didn’t have much, but whatever we had was more pre- cious to my father than my own life.

“Papa!” I called for him once again, taking off a coat from the coat hanger and wearing it over my wet clothes to cover my body.

“Pa—–!” Before I could look any further for him, a strong hand grasped my hair in the back of my head and yanked me to the exit.

“You little slut!” my dad’s voice sent shivers down my spine. I instantly felt this weird fear of something going wrong.

I don’t know what I did this time, but I knew this would be another night of pain and suffering. He dragged me with him to the cowshed and shoved me onto the hay on the ground.

“Look what you did.” Dad’s gray eyes narrowed in my face after he pointed in the direction of the dead cow beside me.

“I—,” I covered my mouth with my hands in sorrow and grief. “We had a lot of customers, so I couldn’t come in t— ime,” I said, shaking at my father’s anger.

“Lies! You must be spreading your legs to those warriors and taking their dicks in all your holes. Is that why you are late?” He lunged at me and threw a punch in my face, leaving a black eye for the entire

café to see in the morning.

He would always leave me badly injured and bruised up and then would demand I lie to everyone.

“Papa! This is not what I did. You can ask Pamela!” | begged with my hands closed, whimpering as his punches made me lose my strength and posture.

“Pamela! Were you fucking with her son?” He then found another name to tie in with mine. As he was beating me up, I knew how to end this. There is always only one way I can avoid his beatings, and that is by running away from him and hiding in the woods for the night. He didn’t mind that. In fact, he suggested I do it or else he would end up killing me out of rage.

I slid to the side and dashed past him to the outside. Since the rain hadn’t calmed down, it was a lot harder for me to spend the night outside, but it would still be better than get- ting killed in the shed.

I didn’t know he was so angry that he would follow me, but he did and caught me in the middle of the road again.

“Papa! I am s—orry. I will give you your cow back.” I was sobbing while taking his hits. He was punching me in the head repeatedly, causing my vision to turn blurry.

I honestly felt I was going to die tonight until a car honked at us and my father parted from me in haste and panic.

I was still on the road when the car stopped near me, and somebody walked out of it. He stood tall, way too tall for me to raise my face and see who it was. But my father’s mannerly greeting gave out all the information.

“Greetings! Alpha King Zane!” My father bowed, taking small steps away from me.

I finally raised my face and saw a beautiful young man standing in front of me with his gray eyes narrowed at my fa- ther.

“She is a nuisance, my lord!” My father spoke up as Alpha King Zane looked him in the eyes.