Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

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

Chapter 427-The Fragile Protest (Akin Spade)

I was shocked to see Talia being called to testify against me. Everything looked off. I was beginning to wonder if I

was really helping her or if she was helping Igor trap me.

“Tell our kind Talia how this man killed your boyfriend last night and made you promise that you only belong to him,”

it was outrageous what Igor said. My head shifted to Talia, who nodded without displaying any hesitation.

“Last night when me and my boyfriend were having se*x, Alpha King Akin came out of nowhere and began to beat

up my boyfriend,” she said, beginning to whimper. Right off the bat, I knew she was reading the script Igor gave

her. 

“That is not true. She asked me to help her, so I went outside and saw this man forcing himself on her while she

was struggling to get out of his grasp. I saved her life. I didn’t do it for myself,” I shouted, but from the very

beginning, everybody has picked a side. They have decided to believe in their own kind.

“No! I never asked him to come for my help. He’s been obsessed with me ever since he came here. He didn’t want

me with anybody else,” Talia lied shamelessly, and when it was time, she made eye contact with me, turned her

face to the other side, and bit her tongue.

“That’s a lie. She wanted me to come for her aid,” I was shocked but also lost because I could have sworn when she

needed my help, she felt genuine.

“Aid for what? She was not in trouble,” Igor mentioned, sparing a quick, spiteful glance at Talia, who looked hesitant

under the scrutiny of his gaze. No! She didn’t play with me. He was playing with her. She must be saying all this for

some reason.

“Now that we all know what happened and how he hurt our man and also tried cheating on our princess, I don’t

think there is anything left for us to see or hear,” Igor finished his nonsense with lies, and everyone seemed to have

agreed with him.

“Talia! Tell me, why are you lying?” I tried to directly speak to her, but she was snatched away when Igor stepped

between us and the guards took her to the side.

“You are still trying to speak to her?” Igor shook his head in disbelief and then clicked his tongue, saying, “I wonder

what a fool would pick her over Beatrice.”

“You know very well that I didn’t do anything,” I hissed as my body started feeling heat from the pressure. “I’ll

never let you accomplish whatever your plans are for Beatrice,” my voice was heavy and rough.

“And what can you even do? You are trapped her. No! actually, you are going to die here,” Igor had a hidden smirk

on his face when facing me, but as soon as he gave his back to me and faced his people again, he had the same

look of concern on his face from before.

“Now, with that being said, we have to punish this a*sshole and let these werewolves know we are not their toys.

They had once caged us, accused us, and you know what else?” He paused just after intriguing them, “One of his

brothers ate our Prince,” he finished, and gasps filled the air. “They were feeding on our innocent prince while

these brothers used Princess Beatrice as a s*ex slave,” he then pointed at Beatrice, who looked too numb to even

object.

There was no way she was coming to her senses and not speaking up for herself. “That is a lie,” I screamed, but

someone threw a soda can at me, and soon they all began to trash me.

“Beatrice!” I yelled for her, wanting to know what they had done to her.

“I understand your frustration,” Igor said, raising his hands to calm them down, “We are all angry with them.

Hence, we must end this today. I say we burn him right here or behead him right now.”

His statement was met with applause. Everyone was so convinced that I was a monster that they didn’t want to

keep me alive for a day.

My concern wasn’t even about myself, but Beatrice. I wondered what they would do to her after getting rid of me.

“Yes, do it!” someone yelled, and others began to chant after her. The crowd was overly excited and anticipating

my death.

My heart was beginning to pound louder than ever. Now that danger was facing me, I was beginning to look for all

the possible ways to fight. 

“Set him on fire,” someone yelled while Igor grabbed the alcohol bottle to drench me with it.

Before he could even take a step near me, the crowd went silent at the shaky voice of Beatrice.

“NO!” Her voice was barely audible, even when she seemed to be using all her strength.

“Huh?” Melanie turned to look at her daughter. Beatrice tried getting up, but her body fell again. Everyone was

looking her way in confusion. It wasn’t a secret that she didn’t seem okay.

“No! Nobody tou—ches my Ak–in,” she whimpered, holding onto the guard’s hand and supporting her body up from

her seat.

“What is wrong with her? She looks sick,” someone from the crowd mentioned, and Igor’s muscles stiffened. 

“She is sick because of this man. I don’t think she understands what is going on here. We should not delay,” Igor

instantly intervened to get the process going when someone from the guards yelled.

“Our princess wants to address something,”

I noticed the way Igor turned their way. If looks could kill, this guard would have been dead by now.

“We are wasting time,” Igor shrugged, looking at everyone and hoping someone would take his side. Beatrice slowly

made her way towards me, and as soon as she was facing me, she dropped to her knees.

“Beatrice!” I gasped, and so did her mother, but Beatrice turned to her with teary eyes and dismissed her support.

“I know my Ak-in is innocent,” she whispered, staring at me with her beautiful big eyes.