Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

126-The Perverted Father

Maura’s POV:

I had to lower my eyes to gently massage my head. I was all wet and on the road, bleeding from my

nose and my lips. A feeling of comfort shook me when Alpha King Zane squatted before me and held

his hand out for me.

Lifting my face again, I was able to look him in the eyes. He was incredibly beautiful, just as everybody

talked about him. His grey eyes wandered on my face before a frown took over his forehead. He took

notice of my wounds.

As he kept his hand out for me, I hesitantly held it and got up from the ground with his support.

Standing beside him made me realize he was extremely tall. I was 5 feet 9, so he has to be over 6 feet

and 5, probably 6 feet 6.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice able to give me chills. He had a deep and raspy voice, but it was

mostly the uniqueness of his gestures that made me want to listen to him all day.

“My lord! She is the reason my cow died,” my father spoke up once again as he saw Alpha King Zane’s

sympathies were with me.

“Go change and rest! I will deal with this for you,” Alpha King Zane ordered me, freeing my hand from

his strong and gigantic hand. I nodded to him and stepped aside, slowly making my way back home.

When I was a little farther from them, I vaguely turned around to see if he wasn’t beating up my father.

My dad

would come home and hit me back harder if Zane did some- thing to him.

But to my surprise, I found Zane giving my father money. I stopped dead in my tracks and glared at him

for a while, clenching my jaw and feeling this rage bubbling in me. It is al- ways these rich assholes

who think they can buy us.

I watched my father happily turn around and return to the shed. I rushed over to Alpha King Zane with

nothing but anger in my eyes. He saw me from afar, so instead of running back into his car; he waited

for me.

I dashed over and the very first thing I did was to get on my tiptoes and smack him across his face. His

face was to the side and it stayed there. He clenched his jaw but didn’t move a muscle for a few

seconds while I lashed out at him to the best ability.

“You think with money you can buy anything? You rich Fuck!” I shouted, feeling tears run down my

eyes as the past experience made me anxious.

“I have turned 18 not a week ago and you assholes are al- ready coming over to buy me for a night.

How would you act if that was your sister or mate?” I yelled in tears, feeling miser- able for not having a

wolf. I was a late bloomer and that made me a subject of bullying and abuse.

“If you think you can buy me from my father, you are wrong. I don’t belong to him and I will fight till I die

to survive and escape whoever thinks they can buy a night with me,” I screamed and cleaned the rain

from my face mixed with my tears.

Zane finally turned to me and grabbed my arms in haste.

The words scattered and my mouth sealed shut when he shook my body and pulled me onto my tippy

toes.

“Are you done?” He asked, his eyes glaring into my soul.

“Money can only buy cows, you are not a cow!” he mut- tered, “I gave your father that money to buy

more cows and not hit you again,” he muttered, shaking me a little more but bringing me closer to his

body and keep holding me tightly by my arms.

“Ar—e you going to hit me now?” I asked as I realized what I have done. I should have let him explain

before going all out on him.

He didn’t answer for a few seconds. In fact, he kept his eyes on mine.

“I just paid your father not to hurt you. I will pay myself too,” a mild smirk covered his lips as he steadily

freed my arm and then added, “You are lucky that I didn’t mind your slap. Normally, I would just tear

apart the arm from the shoulder and feed it to the rogues,” he then said and stepped back from me.

I don’t know what it was about his eyes, but I wanted him to keep looking at me. Biting my bottom lip, I

turned around and bolted back to the shed. Once I was in the shed, I sat down with the cow in silence.

“Now! Now!” my father voiced from the corner, counting the money. I am sure Zane had left by now.

“Hmm Hmmm mmmmm!” I started humming and freeing my hair from the bun. My long red hair fell to

the ground and on my back while I gently patted the cow.

As I continued to hum, I began to hear the heartbeat of the cow again.

And once again! I have brought back the cow to life for the 25th time.

“There you go! See, all you have to do is to be here when they die and bring them back to life. Or else,

what other pur- pose do you have?” Father joked, scoffing as he watched the cow get up from the

ground and moo.

I watched my father’s gaze quickly fall to my cleavage and then a gulp run down his throat. My hands

landed on my cleavage as I thought that would help me escape his eyes.

I don’t know why he would do such a thing, but ever since I turned 18, I was beginning to notice the

change in his look from him.

“Oh, come on! It was an accident. We both live here alone so our eyes might wander in the wrong

places sometimes,” dad laughed after he noticed how uncomfortable I was.

Sometimes I wondered if he truly was my father or if I was some missing child he found on the road

and brought her in and kept around only because of my special powers.