Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Chapter 73

73-A Douchebag Indeed.

“What does that mean?” I asked for more clarification since his words caught me off guard. Now that we are dressed up again, it is a lot easier to have a decent conversa- tion and not stare at each other’s body parts and get horny.

“I might sound like a douchebag to you, but I am not plan- ning to accept you,” he said, and my eyes traveled into space. “Things happened between us, but I never promised you any- thing. So if you are thinking we are headed toward a relation- ship, I am sorry. I never intended to give you false hope.” he sounded very guilty and apologetic and that killed me inside.

“What if it was Gwen?” I asked out of the blue. I had a problem, one of many problems, in fact. I couldn’t keep my thoughts to myself. Being subtle about something was not something I was good at. I would rather be upfront than linger around.

“What? Why did you have to bring her up?” He frowned, looking upset at the mention of her name.

“Because I want to know. You think I don’t see the look you and Akin give her? Be honest with me. I am your mate and I deserve to know.” I demanded as I rushed to the door and blocked his way out.

“Bea! Don’t act like a child and get out of my way,” he in- sisted, not even looking my way.

“First, tell me what is going on between you and Gwen?” I insisted on knowing before I stepped aside and let him walk out of the room. I had a feeling that if he didn’t tell me clearly, I would end up falling into the trap of anxiety.

He stared at me with an exhausted look on his face for a minute before rolling his eyes and giving up.

“It is true,” he whispered, making my heart miss a beat.

“What is true? Explain your answer,” I demanded, sound- ing even more aggressive this time. He parted his lips and let out a deep breath before nodding to himself as if he were convincing his wolf that they should better let me know now than later.

“I do like her,” he finished, and my face softened. I wanted to cry instantly, but that would make him hold in the information, so I regained my posture.

“And what about me?” I asked in a murmur.

“Bea! It was just a one-time thing. If I had a tiny bit of an idea that you would take it that seriously, I would have forced myself to walk away,” he said, and the amount of regret he showed for sleeping with me scattered my confidence.

“Besides, you have so many mates and there are so many restrictions -” He was in the process of making up excuses when I intervened. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“When you truly want to be with someone, you fight all the restrictions and be with them,” I commented, and by the looks of how he nodded, he agreed with me.

“I agree with your statement, and I hope you are under- standing it yourself too,” he whispered while looking away from me. I felt like I got what he meant. Him not fighting the restrictions was enough for him to tell me that he didn’t want to be with me.

“Oh!” I uttered, slowly bringing my arms down and step- ping out of his way.

“I am really sorry for hurting your feelings. I will keep my distance from you,” he said, and just as he was about to walk out of the room, my dumb, thirsty ass yelled.

“I am okay with us mating without giving a title to our re- lationship,” I bit my tongue when he paused and turned around suddenly to look at me.

“What? Bea! Do you even understand what you are say- ing?” he asked in an annoyed tone.

“You never led me on. I mean, I just wanted to be clear. Look! You said it yourself that I have many mates, and I do plan to mate with anyone who wants to mate with me. I don’t mind if our relationship is only physical.” I was shaking when he stomped on my self-esteem just to be around him.

He kept staring at my face for a moment before he walked away, finally without responding to me.

“What have I done?” I slapped my forehead, walked back. to the bed, and sat helplessly with my eyes stuck in space.

“I need to calm myself down.” It was then that I jumped out of bed to look for my diary. While searching around, I kept fidgeting with my fingers.

“Where is it?” I frowned, turning my entire closet upside down, but there were no signs of the diary.

“What the heck! Where did it go?” I complained a bit loud- er this time, throwing my clothes out of the closet and getting frustrated.

“I’m sure mom put it here somewhere,” I grumbled and took a step back, keeping an eye out for any traces of my di-ary.

“Did somebody steal it?” My heart sank in my chest when I realized my diary was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t sup- posed to happen. Nobody was supposed to get their hands on that diary.

“Shit!” I cursed in my mouth, “Freaking Gwen!” Gritting my teeth angrily, I stormed out of my room to have a word with that thief. She was the one looking through Akin’s shelves. She has to be the one who stole my diary, too.

I rushed through the living room, making my way to her room, which was across from the living room. I heard Helel and Akin call for me, probably wanting to know where I was headed to.

The aggression I used to walk over to her room probably got their attention. They rushed after me the instant I ap- proached her door, and before I could start punching the door; I felt a pair of powerful arms getting wrapped around my body and pulling me away from the door.

He lifted me and took me to the living room and tossed me over the couch. I should have known from all the muscles in his hands that it was Helel.