Sharing Beatrice novel

Chapter 64

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 64 – Hurt Me

“She only eats these types of cookies. You can take the chocolate ones,” he yelled from near the

fridge, grabbing a bottle of beer.

It was just the hint of rejection that spoiled my head, and I couldn’t help but grab the same cookie once

again.

“I don’t care. You can get her more since you are dying to get in her p*an*tie*s,” I commented, taking a

big bite from the cookie. I heard him spit out the beer and then briskly reach the island to glare at me.

“What did you say?” he demanded, I repeat myself.

“I know why are you being so nice to her. You want to sleep with her?” I repeated myself, taking

another bite and watching his glare turn deadly.

“Don’t talk rubbish with me again,” he warned, his muscles popping visibly from the sleeveless shirt he

was wearing.

“Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do,” I shrugged, trying to be playful. We had a poor argument in

the afternoon. I thought one needed to lighten the mood. I was only joking and trying to be honest, but

he was turning more aggressive with each passing minute. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“Do you say all these things on purpose? Your foul language is nastier than anything, and then you

complain about why we brothers don’t even like you,” he scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. His

words stunned me into immobility.

“You don’t like me?” I asked in a whisper, putting the half- eaten cookie down and waiting for his

response.

“Nope! Nobody does,” he answered, ch**ging the beer down and acting like a complete do*chebag.

“That’s not true,” I whispered, genuinely feeling upset about his words.

“You can look away from the truth, but you cannot change my mind. It is true. You are the least

attractive and very spoiled for being an omega. I don’t even understand how you don’t look at our faces

and tell we are dying inside ever since we found out we are mates with you.” He put the bottle down

and placed his hands on the counter from the other side to hunch over and focus on my face. It wasn’t

like he couldn’t see the newly formed tears in my eyes, yet it didn’t stop him.

“What happened to the sa*s*sy Beatrice now? That was all? You wanted to be savage, so what

happened?” He asked in a harsh tone, his eyes looking dull when they were staring at me.

“You are so rude,” I uttered through my quivering lips.

“I am. Can you do anything about it?” He asked again, nodding his head and clenching his jaw.

“This is what I am going to do from now on. The more you annoy someone, the more I will remind you

how little needed you are. You want to be rude, then you will get the rude side of me in response.” He

was sounding cold and harsh when talking to me.

I remember how his tone softens when he speaks to Gwen. It wasn’t a very pleasant feeling. I felt

betrayed by my mate.

“All that because you think I am the reason she passed out?” I asked, and a tear rolled down my cheek.

He saw it because that made him roll his eyes at me.

“Yes, you are right. She is a nice person. You hurt her, and we will hurt you.” He didn’t even hesitate

before threatening me. I felt the walls narrowing toward me.

“And I am not a nice person?” I questioned, and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I never noticed,” he said.

That was it. He had hurt me enough to get a response from me. I wasn’t planning to do what I

unconsciously did.

“Then you will notice,” I said in a harsh tone this tone. I don’t remember how my mood changed so

quickly, but I was no longer shivering and sniffling away the tears. A frown. appeared on his forehead at

my comment as he brainstormed what I was about to do next.

I grabbed the tray of cookies and slammed it against the wall.

“What the f*uc*k is wrong with you?” He shouted at me, watching me step back and grab his beer

bottle to rush towards the guestroom where she was supposed to stay when she returned.

Helel jumped across the counter, not leaving a single chance to show off his strength, and ran after me.

He grabbed me behind my back when I attempted to enter the guestroom and ruin it for her.

“LET ME GO!” I shouted, feeling the heat in my body. The anger was unbearable. I don’t even recall

when it was the last time I felt that way. My wolf wasn’t even awake, and I was acting super crazy. The

best way to describe my condition was to imagine a ball of fire running through my body, right under

your skin, and then reaching my head and exploding.

Imagine it happening within minutes of each other.

“HAVE YOU GONE CRAZY?” he shouted, his arms tightly wrapping around my stomach as he picked

me up and started rushing me upstairs to my bedroom.

“I will f*uc*king ruin everything,” I screamed, throwing the bottle from the top of the stairs into the

hallway down. It shattered and made a loud noise.

He carried me to my room and dumped me on the bed. I sat up in the bed on my knees and glared

back at him while he breathed like a bull.

“Stop!” He pointed his finger at me, threatening me for going against him this time.

“Did I make you notice?” I asked, opening my eyes wide and smirking while tears streamed down my

cheeks, “DID I f*uc*kING MAKE YOU NOTICE ME?” I screamed this time, and his hands turned into a

tight ball of fists.

“Beatrice! Don’t make me use my strength on you. You cannot win over me. So, stay in here and don’t

f*uc*king go near her room and ruin anything. I am not in the mood to clean any mess you plan to

create,” he grunted, gritting his teeth and tightening his fists.

“I don’t obey you,” I whispered before I jumped out of bed to make another run downstairs.