Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

81-Still His Girlfriend

I rushed outside to separate them when Zane attacked Flynn out of the blue. He grabbed him by his

collar and gave him a good shake, shocking him as well as me.

I didn’t care how my interruption will upset him and slith- ered between them. My arrival seemed to have

surprised them. I pushed Zane back but also fastened my pace to keep my hands on his chest and

prevent him from approaching Zane again.

“What is going on here?” I yelled at Zane for trying to fight an Alpha. It wouldn’t end well as the two

powerful crea- tures can cause a whole lot of mess.

“Why don’t you fucking ask your mate?” Zane grabbed my wrists and yelled back at me, mentioning

Flynn as my mate. It stung me to see how he didn’t even flinch when calling me Flynn’s mate.

“Zane! Not in front of her,” Flynn objected when Zane did- n’t mind my presence.

“Why not? You don’t want your mate to hear how you have been fucking other girls all night?” Zane had

a sadistic smirk on his lips when he realized Flynn was hesitant for me to find out the ugly truth behind

their fight.

Zane grabbed my wrist and turned me around to briskly approach Flynn, almost shoving me in his face.

“Tell her now. Tell her how you fucked Mariah,” Zane yelled, making Flynn gulp and lower his eyes to

watch my face.

“Tell her,” Zane shouted again but this time I had enough of his attitude. They can fight all they want but

he doesn’t have to drag me in the middle especially after I realized he was angry because Flynn fucked

with Mariah, who he was supposedly broken up with.

“Let me go, Zane. You are hurting me,” I shouted as I shrugged my arm free and turned around to glare

at him.

“Zane! Let her go,” Flynn repeated after me. Zane finally let me go but his glares intact at Flynn.

The awkward silence as the two kept looking into each other’s eyes broke when Zane stepped back from

us.

“Let’s go inside. There is no argument pending anymore,” Zane then grasped my arm again and dragged

me behind him into the mansion.

At this point, it was pretty clear that Flynn was not invited to the property.

“Let me explain,” Flynn shouted to get Zane’s attention, wanting him back as a friend by probably

explaining why he slept with Mariah.

“Why don’t you go spend some more time with her in- stead, since she means more than our friendship

to you?” Zane yelled back at him while pulling me along with him to the mansion. The long passageway

seemed endless when they kept shouting back at each other.

“That’s not true. This friendship means more than what I did with your girlfriend,” Flynn yelled one last

time before he gave up. But the words stuck with me.

I turned around only to get a glimpse of Flynn, who had returned to his car and then resisted hard this

time to free myself and be left behind.

Zane noticed and finally let me go. He stopped to look at him with a frown-covered forehead before he

rolled his eyes and walked away. He probably didn’t think too much into it or maybe he was so invincible

in his mind that he didn’t realize I have caught onto his lie.

After taking a few breaths to steady my posture, I bolted into the mansion to have a word with him.

I found him sitting comfortably in front of the TV and laughing at whatever was playing on the screen. His

mood swing bewildered me. He seemed so upset when in front of Flynn but here he was, not even

minutes later having a good time.

“You are gonna keep staring at me or what?” He smirked while keeping his eyes on the screen and

talking to me.

“What was all that about?” I asked, standing beside him and noticing him.

“Two friends fighting,” he shrugged his shoulders when answering me.

“You and Mariah are back together?” I grunted as I men- tioned her. Zane’s smile faded first and then he

turned to look at me. He finally realized he got exposed for lying to me.

“I— I got back with her–,” he stuttered, thinking hard to come up with a lie. His eyes were wandering

around and his lips puckering, he was definitely looking for a good excuse.

“Please do tell me because I want to see how good of a lie you can come up with,” I said, folding my

arms over my chest and keeping my eyes on his face.

“Okay! There you go. You already concluded that I’m lying so there is no need to say anything,” he

murmured, finding a not-so-good reason to excuse from the topic.

“We got back together after we brothers decided that we are allowed to date and so are you,” he still

went ahead to talk about it. I frowned at his response, what kind of a messed up reason was it?

“So just because your brothers didn’t want to be exclu- sive, you too—,” before I could vocalize my

concern, he hushed me into silence.

“If you are allowed to sleep with my brothers, I’m sure I’m allowed to have a girlfriend outside too,” he

answered me with much of an attitude this time.

I couldn’t understand why he was acting indifferent but at the time, I thought maybe it was because he

was jealous.

“If you don’t like me sleeping with your brothers, just let me know,” I stated with much confidence. Who

wouldn’t love to be exclusive to one person who cares about you in many other ways instead of just

being with everyone for sex?

“Wait, no! That’s not what I want. You can be with anyone you want. I just don’t want to be with one

person,” he said, but obviously stole his eyes because he wants to be with Mariah, for sure.

“Now that the whole mess is out of the way, get ready for school,” he ordered before getting on his feet.

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I sleep with Flynn?” I asked

and he stopped in mid-tracks.