CHAPTER 277

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

Chapter 277 – The Only Friend.

“Can I be honest with you about something?” Maura asked while holding my hand.

“You can say anything,” I rea*s*sured her, saying I wouldn’t judge her for anything. “When I returned

home after speaking to you, I spoke to my mom, and she told me she smelled princess cologne on

me,” she recalled. I noticed how brightly she smiled whenever she spoke of her mother.

“I didn’t know we have a specific cologne,” I laughed with her.

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“It is just because she used to be Weredragon’s babysitter,” she explained. Her words seemed like I

knew something about them, but because I was preparing a speech in the back of my mind with regard

to explaining Zane and my relationship to her, I didn’t really pay attention to them.

“Maura! I have something to confess to you,” I then said, feeling guilty. As I slipped my hands out of her

hands and lowered my head, she sort of shifted on the couch.

“Zane-,” Before I could continue, she nodded hard.

“Is there something— did something happen between you two?” She closed her eyes and kept them

that way.

I just stared at her for the next few seconds, battling with myself over whether I should tell her or just let

it go temporarily. I know she deserved the truth, but it would hurt her.

“He, urn, stole my diary and returned it a few hours ago,” I came up with an excuse on the spot, “I am

so angry with him.” I felt bad for hiding the truth from her. But if anything, I would love for Zane to have

this discussion with her.

“Oh!” She opened her eyes, and the way she sighed in relief made me feel a mixture of feelings. I was

happy that I didn’t bother her at the moment, but also sad because nobody wants to be lied to.

“I can’t believe Pamela wanted her son to eat you.” She flinched so hard when thinking about what the ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

woman working with her had been cooking in her home. “She was one crazy lady,” I commented

angrily.

“Where do you think Scarlet went?” She knew about all the details because I told her. Obviously, I did

not discuss Akin with her.

“I don’t know. But I will find her no matter what. There is a lot she has done that she needs to pay for.” I

clenched my jaw when I remembered her face.

No wonder I never felt emotionally attached to her. I was always just too afraid of losing the only family

I might have.

“Anyway, I want to help you,” I then adjusted on the couch and held her hands tightly, “I have a plan for

us,” I claimed.

She was staring at my face with a weak smile and tears in her eyes. I am a*s*suming she doesn’t really

believe we will ever be able to live a life where we don’t have to hide our identity.

“You know how Mid-west is called an end zone now? It is our home. We need to go there and open the

door for our kind. They are stuck behind some magical door in a prison realm. You, me, and your

mother can travel to the mid-west and find our home together. We will no longer hide from these

werewolves,” I told her, excited about my plans.

A smile on her lips was a sign that she liked the idea.

“But how do we know if we can even open that door?” she asked with a lot of concern. I stroked my

chin and sat back, feeling defeated for another minute, before I shook myself out of my miserable

thoughts and smiled back at her.

“I guess we will just have to go in there first. You said your mother is the oldest weredragon so far, then

we can ask her. She will know,” I said excitedly.

“Then we should go now,” she suddenly got up from the couch while holding my hand, “we should take

the pills for her and rescue her.” She started looking around for the pill bottle, which was in the gray

sweater’s pocket that I was wearing.

“Hold up, Maura! Your father is still at home. We cannot do this with him there.” I was a bit confused as

to why she was so impatient, but then I thought deeply and it made sense.

This was the closest she had ever felt like she could escape and be happy with her mother. She didn’t

want to take a risk and lose this hope.

“That’s the thing. My father is not home for the night. That’s how I was able to come here in the first

place. I think we have only tonight to fulfill our mansion and rescue my mother,” she smiled as she

thought about rescuing her mother.

It made sense.

“You are right!” I nodded to myself, jiggling the pill bottle in my pocket to confirm I still had them on me.

“Give me the pill bottle. Holding it in my hand will comfort me,” she insisted, and I gave her the orange

bottle without thinking too much.

“Let’s go then,” she said determinedly and called an uber while we waited for the car to arrive, we stood

outside the house hand in hand.

I was exhausted, but I didn’t want to ask for another day and then listen to another disaster happen.

The Uber ride was eerily silent. Maura kept holding my hand and kissing the back of it. I thought maybe

she was just grateful, but it seemed more — concerning.

Even when he got off the car in front of her house, she briefly hugged me before taking me inside.

“She is in the basement,” Maura whispered, opening the door and leading me downstairs. I followed

her till the end, and then she stayed behind to turn the lights on. The instant she turned the light on, I

found the iron chains—the bloody walls —but her mother wasn’t there.

“Where is your—,” I turned around in confusion, watching her face as she apologetically covered her

mouth and stepped back from me.

“What is going on? Did so—,” that’s when I heard footsteps behind me. She was standing by the

staircase, so whoever was there must have been hiding before our arrival.

“I am sorry. I had to pick my mother.” Maura’s apology and a hard strike against the back of my head

meant only one thing—

She sold me to her father!