Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

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

Chapter 493 Back In His Arms. (Beatrice Dismay)

When the people you love the most hurt you, you lose trust in everyone. It was even worse for me.

The last thing I remember was killing Flynn, and after that, the memory faded. I remember being shaken awake in

a cave all by myself.

My mind was still hazy, and it was dark outside, so I was even confused.

“Eh!” I shook my head, blinking my eyes constantly to look around. My throat was dry, and my heart was beating

too slowly. I didn’t understand what was going on.

As I tried to cover my face with my hands, I realized I was holding a random silver dagger.

“What the hell,” I cursed, dropping it away.

Once my eyes fixated on the dagger, I saw the blood on it and instantly knew I had used it on someone. I couldn’t

remember if that was what I used to kill Flynn.

“It has to be,” I said under my breath. I didn’t need to carry it around, so when I got up, I kicked it out of the cave.

Since I was sitting at the entrance, the dagger went down the steep slope into the darkness.

I was still dizzy, and my l*ips were dry. Water would be good, but where do I get it? How long have I been away

from everyone? As I walked out of the cave, I trembled and tripped, falling down a little.

“Argh!” I let out a cry, feeling extreme pain in my body. I remembered all the toxins Flynn had injected into me.

“Beatrice!”

Just when I thought I would pass out in the middle of nowhere once again, I heard a comforting voice calling for me.

“Akin!” I whispered his name in my m*outh, still hanging on to the fence on the side and making sure I didn’t fall

down the steep slope.

“Akin!” I then forced myself a little h*arder to make a louder sound.

“Beatrice?” He must have heard me because this time when he called for me, he seemed to be making sure he

was hearing my voice.

“Akin! I’m here,” I shouted at the top of my lungs, breathing profusely and desperately waiting for him to find me.

“I’m coming,” he yelled from afar, but in the next few seconds, he had already arrived.

His sight, even in the dark, where I couldn’t see his face clearly, was enough for me to let out a deep sigh of relief.

“Oh, my baby!” He crouched down and grabbed my hand, pulling me up and instantly wrapping his arms around

me to hug me. Once in his arms, I felt the most comfort.

“Where have you been?” he whispered, rubbing my back while I began to break down on his chest.

I don’t know what happened, but being in his arms again made me worried. It was as if I would lose him soon. The

thought of something evil lurking around me that might snatch him away from me was disturbing me to the point

that for the next few minutes, I only cried while staying in his embrace. “Hey! Calm down. I am here now,” his soft

murmur made me close my eyes and relax.

Thankfully, I have survived whatever crazy plan Flynn had for me.

“Let’s go back home,” Instead of asking me any questions, Akin decided to carry me and take me to his car.

I was tired, so I’m glad he didn’t raise any questions. But once I wake up, I’ve got so much to talk to him about.

After being in the car, I fell asleep while he drove me back to the mansion. Since I knew he had found me, I didn’t

fear not waking up for answers.

I knew I was safe around him.

I began to wake up after hours of comfortable sleep.

The room was still dark; however, there were scented candles lit on the side table. I was covered in a warm, comfy

blanket.

But now that I was waking up, I was trying to recall all the details of when I went missing. Some memories were

vague but also weird.

“Ahh!” As I tried pushing myself to remember more, my head started hurting.

The door opened, and Akin walked inside the room with a tray in his hand. “Great! I knew you must have woken

up,” he smiled, walking over to the bed and sitting down.

“My head hurts so bad,” I complained, rubbing my temples between my f*ingers.

“It’s from the drugs in your system,” he explained, getting cosy in front of me, holding my hand tightly in his and

not letting it go.

“How did Flynn get his hands on you?” I knew he would ask me that question. I stared at his face for a minute in

silence before nodding to remember the details.

“I was—I was out—on the mountains–,” I itched my scalp but noticed a little frown on his forehead at the mention of

the mountains.

“I read your letter,” he cleared his throat and stole his eyes from me.

For a hot second, I wanted to ask him what letter, but then, in the back of my head, I seemed to know a letter

exists. “Oh! I am sorry for it,” I replied, as if I were told to do so.

“May I know what is bothering you?” he questioned as sadness began to take over his face. I wanted to have this

conversation with him, but something was pushing me to not say it. I just couldn’t talk about it.

“I heard Gwen gave birth,” I brought her up and noticed his muscles stiffening.

“She did and waited for you to name her daughter,” his words made me put and feel sad that I wasn’t here when

she needed me the most.

“She must be sleeping right now. I will meet her tomorrow,” I sighed and grabbed the sandwich that he had brought

for me. He was also eerily silent the whole time. Something was for sure bothering him.

“Actually-— there has been a bit of a situation,” he uttered as he closed his eyes. “Gwen left.”