Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Chapter 81

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. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“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.