Sharing Beatrice novel

Chapter 559

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

Chapter 549 I Quit. (Maura)

“Zane! You are hurting me,” I yelled, complaining as he dragged me after him mercilessly. Everybody was watching us whilst he

was trudging me along disrespectfully.

I felt betrayed when he shoved me into the room and dropped me on the bed. “Why the f*uck can’t you stay away from her?” he

screamed, his finger pointing in my face.

“I told you that you would remain my queen, so why did you have to go there and talk to her?” He kept screaming, making me

wonder why I was so blindly in love with this man.

“Did you kill my mom?” I asked, not breaking eye contact with him. The fact that his main focus remained on Beatrice when I was

clearly crying in front of him in devastation shocked me.

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He didn’t seem to care one bit. It was pretty obvious that she was his priority, and everyone else was just a tool he wanted to use in

the process.

“What? Why would you ask me that? Do you think I am a monster?” He yelled at me, grabbing me by my arm and shaking me to

my feet.

His t*ouch was not gentle, and he knew that, too.

“Why are you showing so much sympathy for these people, Maura?” He screamed in my face, shaking my body to keep reminding

me I’m answerable to him.

“The lair is my home, Zane. These are my people,” I began to cry as I tried to make him understand how my mother wanted to be

here all her life and how it feels to come here with him to hurt these very people that my mother loved.

“What?” Zane scrunched his nose, “your people?” The mockery in his tone didn’t come as a surprise to me.

He had acted really differently ever since he came here and killed Akin. It was like there was a switch turned on. He was excited to

be with Beatrice, and that’s all that mattered to him.

“When are you going to face reality, Maura? They are not your people. No one is. You are fricking Huldra. You don’t belong

anywhere. You are just a freak for werewolves and weredragons. I am the only one who gives you respect and is ready to make you

my queen. What else do you want?” He yelled, making me close my eyes to stop looking at his face.

I have always wanted to only see love in those eyes, but looking at him like that broke me.

“What had happened to you? Why are you so insecure about her? I told you. You will be mine forever. She has become my ego

now. But you! I love you. You need to stop trying to get attention. I will be fully yours once I am done with this mess,” he said, but

his words didn’t make my heart flutter because his grasp around my arm was very painful.

“But—,” the moment I wanted to express my emotions to him, he rolled his eyes and pushed me back.

“But what, Maura? Why don’t you sit in the corner and let me take care of things? Why are you becoming a nuisance now? We are

this close to achieving our mission, and now you have decided to cause trouble,” he yelled, losing his control over me once again.

“Our mission? I didn’t want to be with you to be a part of any mission that kills many innocent lives. It is only your mission that

you want to force your love for Beatrice,” I finally said it. But obviously, the truth didn’t sit well with him.

He turned to me angrily and hissed, “You f*ucking–,” as he raised his hand at me. He stopped when I gasped.

“Sit here and think about what you are doing. I will come back when you realize how you are worrying me,” he muttered under his

breath and then left the room while slamming the door shut. I even heard him lock it from the other side.

“He never loved me,” I dropped to my knees and held my face in my hands. “I am such a fool,” I whimpered. All I wanted was to

have a home and to have someone who loved and respected me. I didn’t want to have someone whose heart was under someone

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It was then that I began to put the pieces together.

“I loved him with all my might, but he used me and my mother–,” I bit my bottom l*ip, whimpering under my breath.

I grabbed a piece of paper and decided to write my feelings in a letter since he wouldn’t let me say them to his face. “You

constantly tell me you love me, but your actions prove otherwise. While celebrating your happiness and victory of being this close

to having Beatrice, you said so much to me that I don’t even like looking at myself in the mirror anymore. You know, when I was in

that bad man’s cage for years, I only remembered you. I loved you all those years, but only to have you return to be the side chick

that I never wanted to be. You are right! I do hate myself, but not because I am questioning your love, but because I have loved you

all this time when I knew deep down why I am motherless now.

Although I want to leave you because I don’t want to kill anyone so that you can have someone else that you love more than me, I

know leaving is not an option for me. As long as I am alive, I will keep loving you. So, I am left with only one option. I am going to

beg for mercy for all the chaos that occurred because of me. I hope you will do the same before you are no longer able to even

apologize. Just remember me as someone who loved you unconditionally and who you used mercilessly.”

With that, I set the letter on the bed and grabbed the injection that they had been giving everyone in the lair to stop their healing

abilities for some time.

After injecting it into my body, I grabbed a knife and sat in the bed-the same bed he wanted to sleep in at night-to feel Beatrice’s

essence.

“I love you,” with those last words leaving my l*ips, I sliced my neck.