Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 337

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 337

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I had just returned after finishing office work when I found Maddox and Zane in the kitchen, ruining everything.

“Where the heck is Beatrice? She is the only one who can control you idiots,” I groaned at them, snatching the spatula out of Maddox’s hand and wearing an apron over my office shirt.

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“They haven’t come downstairs since morning,” Maddox complained, and I rolled my eyes at him. I didn’t have to turned around to see his face. I knew he would be frowning.

My biggest concern these days is Zane. He was skipping meals or eating with friends.

“Maddox! Let them spend time together,” I advised him.

“No! I’m not saying this because I’m jealous or anything. Beatrice usually wakes up early in the morning, and so far, there has been no news on her,” he said, sounding offended that I suggested he was jealous that Beatrice was giving all her attention to Helel.

She had picked him, and we had to just live with it and respect her decision. Although it was difficult because hiding my feelings and acting like I didn’t want her was now bothering my wolf.

When she wanted me, I didn’t want to pursue her because of what the relationship between us was going to be.

And then, when she finally started pushing me away, only then did I begin to feel this pressure on my heart.

“I got a call from the cops, asking me what I want to do with the woman Helel and Beatrice turned in last night,” Zane’s announcement changed everything.

“They turned in some woman? What time?” I inquired.

“Sometime after midnight,” Zane confirmed and shared a glance with us as to ask us, what should we do now?

“Now you believe me that something is wrong?” Maddox groaned and left the kitchen to look around for them.

I followed him to Beatrice’s room but made sure Maddox didn’t just barge in. “Helel!” I called for him from outside the door.

“H—the door is open,” I said again and noticed Maddox and Zane elbowing each other.

“We should check,” Maddox suggested.

“What if they are in bed and forgot to lock the door?” I didn’t want to go into specifics about what we might find when we enter.

“Then I’ll check,” Zane, being an idiot, volunteered and rushed into the room before he could even receive a signal from me.

“Brooke said they were talking about not freeing her people,” Maddox said. I shared a glance with my brothers and then slapped my forehead.

“Winchester was trying to convince Brooke not to let the Midwest weredragons roam around freely. He basically wanted Beatrice to live here and start anew, to think of us and our kind as her own,” Maddox continued to tell me what Beatrice had heard, and honestly, I felt guilty and bad.

She must have been so upset after hearing that.

“That a*s*shole must have upset her,” Zane threw a punch in the air and gritted his teeth.

“I will deal with that later,” I rea*s*sured them that I would do something about that selfish prick. This Winchester was thinking too much of himself when he was a messy man, too. I was very well aware of what he was trying to do in his pack by making his daughter fight for the crown. But that was for later.

“What if Beatrice convinced him into leaving for Midwest—” Maddox mumbled, watching our faces.

“Not in the middle of the night. Their car keys are here, and so is their luggage,” I refused to believe Beatrice would up and leave without informing us.

“I think Zane is right. We need to start looking,” I then decided to just look for them. Whatever happened to make them leave the mansion has to be an emergency, or else they would have first spoken to us.

I have already made the announcement, so now that I have given out another signal from my phone, everyone will start looking.

I was just worried for the two because both of them were hot-headed, and if they were in trouble, they would set the world on fire.

As we all nodded and agreed to the same solution and headed towards the door, we met a rather unusual guest, someone we weren’t expecting to appear at our door.