Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 457

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

Chapter 447 Mating!

“That is never happening,” Colt shook his head whilst Akin and Helel were busy wandering around the living room, scoffing every two seconds and grunting to the point that even Reign woke up.

“Does he really think he can ask for your hand in marriage and we will let it happen?” Helel yelled from the other corner of the living room.

Akin stared in silence before he walked over to me and held my hand to pull me closer. He stared into my eyes before he gently brushed his lips against mine. Everybody was confused about what he was doing, but I had an idea. He was seeing what else Zane did. And once he figured it out, he let my hand go and rushed to leave the living room.

“Akin!” I yelled, chasing after him.

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I saw Helel coming after us, but then Gwen held his hand and let him not bother us. Akin was muttering some curse words while making his way towards the exit door in haste. I have never seen him so angry before.

“Akin stop!” I finally rushed and came in his way, stopping him from leaving. “He first killed my baby brother, and then he came back to k*iss my mate. I am losing my mind, trying to understand how a brother can be so evil. I never forced you into accepting me and waited for my turn patiently, but now he wants to steal you from me. This is his way of killing me, Beatrice!” he yelled in my face, but not intentionally. The tears in his eyes were unstoppable. He was shaking from anger.

“Hey! it doesn’t matter what he says. I am yours, and nobody is stealing me from you,” I cupped his face in my hands to comfort him and noticed how hot his skin was.

“Promise me you will not fall for his threats? Beatrice! There is no guarantee he will stop killing people even after he wins you,” Akin hurriedly held my hand and made me look into his eyes as he tried to convince me that giving myself to Zane wouldn’t do me any good. I knew it already. I was not planning to sacrifice myself to that devil.

Imagining myself with him was a sight of disgust to me.

“I won’t. I am only yours, okay?” I confirmed as I once again cupped his face and gently k*issed him on the lips. The anger in his body began to evaporate. He wrapped his hands tightly around my tiny waist as if he were trying to tell the world I belonged to him alone.

“Let’s go inside and make a plan. He still has the white dagger. We must find a way to get it back and also keep Gwen safe,” I said as I broke the k*iss.

Akin gave me a gentle head nod, and as I was about to leave, he held my hand and pulled me over his chest again.

“I am not losing you this time,” he whispered, burying his face in my neck and licking my mark to remind me I belong to him and he belongs to me.

I swear every time he t*ouched me, I wanted to rip his clothes apart and suck every inch of his body to the point that I left him dry.

I don’t know why, but I had a bad feeling about everything.

“Right, Beatrice?” Akin asked, calling me straight out, and I shook my head to look at everyone in confusion.

“Sorry, I guess I got too consumed by my thoughts. What were we talking about?” I asked again, and he gave me a weak smile in return.

Losing Maddox was stressful. He was one of my mates. I have felt real pain from his demise, but I kept it to myself. Accepted or not, I still felt a connection with him.

“I think Brother is right. We all should rest now,” Helel agreed with Akin about giving me comfort, and soon everybody started leaving for their rooms. Helel would usually sleep in the living room to keep an eye on the guest room, where Gwen would be.

Akin and I went into our room, where I went ahead to use the restroom. After taking a shower and calming myself down, when I came out, I was met with a surprising environment.

There were candles lit everywhere. Akin was standing on the side, wearing only black jeans, flashing his s*exy abs, and holding a candle as he lit it. He was leaning against the side wall, his legs stretched out and crossed, his head down, and he was watching me through his eyebrows.

“I had mentally u*ndressed you many times. Beatrice,” he whispered, still playing with the lighter.