Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

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

Chapter 357 - No Home Here!

"Are we not going to talk about it?" I asked Helel while stealing his eyes.

"I don't know what to say," Helel mumbled, putting on black shorts and then grabbing the oil bottle.

"This is a huge thing," I reminded him, just in case he thought not talking about it would make things okay. Sooner or later, we will get back to this conversation.

Since I realized he wasn't into talking for the night, I sat down in the bed in silence and covered my face with my hands. I never wished to be the Mistress of doomsday. But neither did they intend to be my victims.

"Ah!" he groaned, "I'm sorry. I just don't know what is going on with me. I am not like that. I know you are my Beatrice. So, it doesn't matter who you are. I believe in you; I believe in the goodness in you," he placed the orange oil bottle down and came closer, sitting on his knees in front of me. I freed my face from the cage of my hands and watched him look into my eyes. At least he was talking now.

I was feeling much better now that he was talking to me. His silence would have killed me.

"You also need to understand something," he then got up and sat beside me in the bed, "Some things have changed in me, Beatrice. It is as if there is a part of me that is really against the idea of crime, criminals, and evil. Although it is hard for me to control and limit that part when it comes to others, but with you-," he took a brief pause just to cup my face in his hands and smiled, "I'm sure I can take care of that hero ego." With those words, he pressed his lips against mine.

The comfort I felt after he was being honest with me made me dive deep into the kiss with him. But it wasn't long before he broke the kiss.

"What happened?" I asked while breathing heavily.

"We should get ready for bed. We had been miming around the whole day, getting tired," he whispered awkwardly, most definitely lying to me. It was heartbreaking to see the man who always wanted to touch me be so reluctant now. He stole his eyes from me and marched away to finish preparing for bed.

It was in that moment that I acknowledged that it wasn't easy for him to kill his new hero ego, or, should I say, his basic instincts.

After he finished the massage, he grabbed the pillow and his blanket to go and sleep on the couch.

That was truly something that struck me.

"You are sleeping on the couch?" I had to muster all the strength possible to even ask him that question. He looked like he had been caught off guard and had to respond to me. "Yeah!" He gave me an awkward smile.

"May I ask, why?" I kept going. Hiding our emotions was not going to help us in a long run. I wondered if his wolf would ever be able to look past the fact that I am a dark entity by heart.

"Oh! I reckoned maybe you need the proper rest and don't want to be bothered when you move around in the bed," there was an awkward smile on his lips when he was trying to convince me that this setting was for me since I had slept on the couch last night.

"I hope that's okay," he then asked, and I had to bob my head.

"Thank you, that's very considerate of you," I gave him a weak smile before getting in bed and closing my eyes tightly enough to not let a single tear fall out.

I refused to call him out and make him uncomfortable. He wasn't in control of how he felt now. The majority of it came from his new identity. He was born again to be this way, to hate evil.

I lay in the bed until I could hear him breathe peacefully. It was a sign that he had fallen asleep.

'I told you,' Ace mocked.

'Well, I am not even going to argue with you anymore,' I don't know why, but I was blaming her for our new identity, as if she chose to be the Mistress of Doomsday.

Sneakily getting out of bed, I reached into the closet and filled my bag with a few of my clothes.

I knew what to do now.

Living like this with Helel and watching him fall out of love with me every day was going to be hell for me.

So, I planned to say goodbye. Not even that. Being the coward I was, I decided I should just silently leave. After packing my bags, I left the room and stood outside the guest bedroom, where Colt was sleeping. I knocked a few times before he answered. He looked sleepy.

"Bheaaatriee!" He yawned, scratching his tummy when stretching his arms around, "Has morning arrived already?" He rubbed his eyes and looked around, noticing how dark it was still.

"We are leaving," I whispered to him, eyeing him to grab his bag and leave. Thankfully, he was too lazy to unpack his bag.

So, it didn't take him too long before he was holding his back.

"Why are we leaving?" He resisted getting out of the room.

"Colt! Don't get me mad. Follow me," I ordered him, and he reluctantly followed me downstairs.

"What if I accidentally drop this bag and wake up somebody?" Colt was whispering, hunching over, and walking behind me.

"I swear if you drop this bag, I will beat you up so badly that your screams will surely wake up the whole pack," I hissed, eyeing him to not do anything stupid.

I was very much aware that he was refusing to leave.

But we didn't have the luxury of making a decision.

Soon we had left the mansion, and we were wandering on the road with our bags in our hands.