Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

"Enjoying yourself?" a voice called from my left, causing me to quickly open my eyes to find that

Finnick was standing there staring at me.

‘1 was... until you ruined it."

’Oh." He chuckled. 'Are we all done with pleasantries now?"

Rolling my eyes, I stepped forward, trying to pass him to head toward my room. I had told Ansley to let

Sansa know to meet me around lunch, and I didn't want to be late for that. I had to talk to her about

what was going on, and I was hoping Trixie was still around. I wanted to know more about who Finnick

really was.

'Pleasantries went out the door when I found out why you were really here," I snorted, only to have him

step in front of me, blocking the path I needed to take.

‘Are you saying that you don't want to marry me? I figured that every woman would dream of being a

queen one day."

"Yeah, not me," I muttered, trying to pass him again, only to have him block me once more. ’Will you

please move?"

The way he was staring at me, slightly brooding but with amusement twinkling in his gaze, made me

feel slightly unsure of myself. Of course, he was incredibly gorgeous in that 'all about him' kind of way,

but there was no way I was going to let him know I found him attractive. I was not interested in

whatever he had to offer. Even if it was being queen.

“I think we got off to a wrong start," he finally mustered up with a small sigh as he reached up. rubbing

the back of his neck. "I'm Finn."

Finn. So we were on nickname basis, were we?

"Finn." Saying his name sounded good on my tongue, and by the way his smile grew as I said it, I knew

he liked to hear it as well. "I hope you enjoy your stay here... if you need anything, I'm sure the staff can

help you."

Distracted and slightly caught off guard by my response, I stepped around him and hastily made my

way towards the door back inside. I didn't want to give him a chance to be able to stop me again, and

as soon as the door closed behind me, I glanced over my shoulder to look at him once more through

the glass.

Finn stood there, staring at the now closed door with an odd expression that made me wonder what it

was going through his mind. Was he actually interested in getting to know me or was this man here for

other motives?

The moment he turned away and seemed to speak out to someone out of sight, I turned and made my

way down the hallway towards my room. Sansa would be meeting me there, and I couldn't wait to find

out more about this man. As well as the other contestants. If I was going to get through this then I

needed to know everything there was about Prince Finnick and the games that were about to change

my life forever.

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Lucas.

The morning started late for me, and when I had entered the dining hall to see Cassie leaving after

what looked like an entrancing conversation with the man in front of her, a twinge of jealousy filled me.

Here I was trying to prove to everyone I wasn't some cold-blooded killer and she was flirting with the

opposition?

I shouldn't have been surprised with the amount of men who filled the room looking to win a place next

to her. The only thing I had going for me was that she wasn't going to let them win a place in her heart.

After last night, I was fairly confident she felt the same about me as I did her. The only problem was I

hoped my personal feelings toward this whole situation wouldn't stand in the way. I was still a mess

from the fallout, and I had tried so hard to stay away from her, but for some reason, fate kept pulling me

back.

I loved her, and I was foolish to think I could simply let her go.

Nothing would stop me from winning that seat next to her. I didn't want it for the title or fame. I wanted it

because I wanted her, and I'd gladly give everything up to prove I deserved that place next to her.

"Lucas, what are you doing here?"

Freya walked towards me as I stood near the doorway, watching the others finish their breakfast and

vacate the hall. Odin had been busy with some woman I hadn't recognized, and when I turned to

Freya, I could see the confusion in her eyes.

She had been the only one of the gods who hadn't judged me so harshly. 'I came to join, but it seems I

came to late."

My eyes traveled up and down her body, taking in the more modern clothing she was wearing. A pair of

jeans and a light blue button-up blouse with heels. It was normal for a woman like her to wear

something like that where I had come from but to see her wearing it here. I couldn't help but smirk with

amusement.

"What's so funny?"

“Nothing," I quickly replied, shaking my head. 'Did Cassie rub off on you?"

She frowned with confusion as she glanced down at her attire, seeming to realize what I was talking

about, and smiled. "Ah, yes. I took note of her style of dress, and I had to try it for myself. I have to

admit that these clothing choices are rather comfortable. Not to mention. I have more free movement

than I did in the dresses."

"It looks nice." The compliment made her smile widen before she cast her glance into the hall where I

had turned my gaze once more.

"So, I heard that you signed up for the events. Does this mean that you have changed your mind about

your situation with Cassie, then?"

Freya knew very well how I felt about Cassie and how adamant I had been to keep my distance from

her. Yet, here I was going against everything I had sworn once upon a time.

With a heavy sigh, I crossed my arms over my chest and nodded. "Yes."

“Good," she said with confidence. "I was wondering how long it would take you to change your mind. I’ll

have to let Frigga know she owes me."

"Owes you?' Turning my gaze to her, it was my turn to be confused and as she glanced up at me she

couldn't help stifle the giggle that was trying to escape.

"Yes, she owes me. We made a bet. you see... I told her you would cave before the games. She

thought that you would interrupt the final results and confess your love.'

Great. Even the gods are making fun of my longing to be with my mate, even if she wasn't technically

my mate anymore. 'That's nice to know."

"Oh, don't take it so seriously. We have to have some kind of entertainment here.'

Rolling my eyes. I glanced towards the strange elf walking towards our direction with a look of

determination on his face. "What's the deal with the elf?'

Freya was silent for a moment as the elf passed us, disappearing down the hallway from which I had

come. My eyes instinctively followed to see where it was he had went before falling back upon Freya

again.

"He wants Cassie just like the others do," she replied softly, 'the difference is he has a higher claim

than the others. Besides you. of course.'

"Higher claim? What the hell does that mean?" My beast perked up in attention to what she had said

and as I looked down the empty hall once more I found that he was long gone.

"It was foretold in a prophecy of his kind that his mate, or fated one as they call it, was here in Asgard.

He believes that person is Cassie, as do many others.'

There was no way I was going to let this prick try to win her over. Not when I had worked so hard to

make her understand last night that I was the man who wanted her. Hesitation and uncertainty filled me

as I thought over this elf trying to sweet talk Cassie into leaving with him.

"No elf is going to get Cassie."

Laughter escaped Freya as I glanced at her one more time. 'He isn't an elf, Lucas. He is Fae, and from

the interaction I have seen between the two of them only briefly this morning, it's obvious there is

something between them."