Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 39

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 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.

“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 dicks? I mean, we are alpha kings. We are needy, and highly sexually demanding. Of course, we will not force you, but what about you? Wouldn’t you want to taste your mates every day?” The more he talked about sex 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.