Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

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

Chapter 420 With Me Now (Helel Spade)

I called an Uber and drove Gwen to my cabin without having any conversation with her. She had been sobbing

every few minutes, so I didn’t want to bother her by forcing her to tell me what went down in the mansion.

Once we arrived at the cabin, she stood in the corner and kept sobbing. Now it was getting boring. I mean, if she

will not say a word, how would I know what the lingering issue is?

“Gwen, sit down,” I said tiredly, watching her shake her head at me.

“Why? Is standing in the corner going to help you in any way?” I asked, and she finally wiped away her tears to lift

her head and look at my face. The stare she gave me looked so quizzical.

There was complaint in her eyes as she kept staring into my face.

“I don’t want you to burn another perfect couch of yours because I have t*ouched it,” the harshness in her tone

and a big tear rolling down her eye made me realize what had made her upset in the past.

“I was angry, and that couch was my belonging. I ruined it, so what?” I asked as I shook my head.

“Of course, you love to ruin what you own,” her comment actually made me flinch, but I didn’t argue with her. She

was pregnant and very emotional.

Not to mention, she was pregnant with my child, and I was over here acting all hurt and irresponsible. It wasn’t that

I didn’t feel bad for her. I guess I just felt worse for myself in the beginning.

“Fine, you can sit down. I won’t burn it down,” I sighed and watched her shake her head in disapproval, but then she

did sit down. I grabbed her some fresh juice and food and then sat on the sofa to ask her about her sudden

departure from the mansion.

“Now, do you mind telling me what happened? Why is it that I am getting a distressed call from Reign, asking me

where have you gone?” I asked under pressure. There is no way she just got up and left without anything

happening.

“Your brother kicked me out,” she said, and put the glass down. “Zane grabbed me by my arm and dragged me out

of the kitchen because I was trying to cook for myself. He said I should not be using their kitchen. He said I was a

s*lut who wanted to trap one of the brothers, and now I have succeeded. He said our baby is a bastard child and

that he will never accept this baby as part of his family because I seduced you into sleeping with me and to upset

Beatrice. Do you want to know what else he said?” She was staring into my eyes while a stream of tears was

leaving hers.

I was not surprised that Zane misbehaved, but all these things were too much. I didn’t expect him to go this far.

“I will talk to him,” I said, feeling humiliated. How can he talk like this about my baby? Who is he to decide if the

baby will get our name or not?

“There is no need to. It is not like you have ever respected me. It is true, Helel. You never accepted this child. You

didn’t even care what I was doing. You just left the mansion again and came here to cope. I’m the one carrying our

baby. You did nothing, and neither did you ever ask me about the baby,” she began to raise her voice and be in her

feelings.

I just felt so guilty and ashamed of myself.

“You talk about trying to do good. Well, flash news, your own baby is going to suffer because his father cares about

everyone but—,” she shut up once I grunted in a protest.

“My baby will not suffer,” I got up from my seat and pointed a finger at her. “And don’t f*uc*king tell me that I don’t

care.”

“But you don’t. So don’t go around fighting Zane. I don’t want everybody to think I am making you two fight,” she

hissed as she went against the idea that I speak to Zane. “I will just ask him to take his words back,” I had calmed

down because she didn’t seem well, so I decided not to cause her more agitation.

“No, thank you. Don’t talk about it with anyone. I don’t want anybody to think I told you what Zane said. Nobody

likes me anyway. This will make them hate me even more. I just want my pregnancy to be peaceful and to give

birth to a healthy baby. Is that too much I am asking for?” She grunted loudly and began to cry.

I let out a deep breath and sat down again. “Okay, but don’t cry,” I mumbled softly. “But if he disrespects you again,

I will not listen to you,” I murmured, and she nodded.

“I want to leave this pack. I don’t have a family, but there is a friend who lives in—,” She was talking when I shook

my head to reject all her requests.

“You are not leaving. I mean, you are with my baby—,” I began to feel a weird pressure on my chest when realizing

when she leaves, I will lose my baby too.

“Helel, I cannot stay here. I need care and attention. This pack is filled with chaos. I want to be at peace,” she

requested in a broken voice, and I shook my head once again.

The head shaking was probably so annoying to her, but I was doing it for a purpose. I didn’t want her to leave with

my baby.

“I will take care of you,” as soon as I said those words, I felt bad, but this was my baby she was carrying. She wasn’t

the only one who should have the responsibility of the baby on her shoulders.

“You will?” she asked in confusion.

“I want to take care of you because of my baby. Give me a chance,” I murmured, realizing this is what Beatrice

would never be upset about.

With that being said, Gwen gently nodded to the agreement to stay in my cabin.