Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

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

Chapter 365 – The Dying King

Akin’s POV:

Dream later told us that the dagger has qualities that leave a werewolf in pain, and if the magical effect of this

dagger isn’t stopped, the werewolf can end up dying.

“The blood is not stopping,” Maddox had been soaking towels wet with Zane’s blood, making me wonder what we

should do.

Helel had never told us about having this dagger with him in such an open place. He kept it and didn’t even decide

to turn it in.

“We should let Helel see the damage he has done,” Gwen muttered, but I shook my head to dismiss the idea.

“We don’t have tune for all these games. I think there is one way to stop the magic of the sacrificed blood from

spreading in his body. We should take him to the cabin,” although I didn’t want to bother Beatrice, but in front of me

was my brother. I would die a thousand times if anything happened to him.

“Maddox! Carry him up,” I told Maddox, who nodded and dropped Zane over his shoulder, lushing him out to put

him in the car.

The girls were left behind with Gwen because she had been very angry ever since she saw Helel beat up her

brother. I didn’t want her to get into an argument with him and then meet the same fate.

“Maddox! How about you go back in there while calling Gwen here to accompany me,” I suggested and noticed that

Maddox frowned.

“Somebody needs to stay close to Helel. He is acting up, and we are leaving three naive girls behind with him. If

anyone irks him, which is basically their personalities, he will end up killing them. And bring Gwen, because I will

need someone to keep putting pressure on Zane’s wounds,” I hated that I had to explain and waste another

minute. Zane needed instant care.

Maddox finally understood and rushed back inside, and in the next two minutes, Gwen bolted towards the car with

many towels slipping down her hands.

“Let’s go,” she said, and I started the car’s engine. She kept placing towels and soaking them in his blood. I didn’t

want to, but I couldn’t keep myself from looking at Zane in the rearview mirror.

After a few minutes of driving, I noticed that Zane was beginning to fall into unconsciousness, and we didn’t want to

let that happen.

“We have to keep his interest alive,” Gwen suggested.

“What can we do?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the road so I would not miss a turn. There was no room for any

mistake in that moment.

“I know what we can do,” she mumbled, and she started looking for his phone in his pocket, but he refused to let

her grab his phone. Even in this state, he was trying to keep her from getting into his phone.

“Let me know what you want. Maybe I will have it in my phone,” I asked her and looked up from his wound to look

at me in the mirror.

“Any video of Beatrice?” She bit her tongue because she knew it would be odd for me to have her videos.

Sadly, we brothers were s*uc*kers for Beatrice. I had a whole f*uc*king folder of her videos from different events

and pictures. Nothing stalkerish.

“I get it,” I forced my eyes shut to escape her judgmental gaze for a few seconds before I pulled out my phone and

started playing a video of Beatrice.

Not to mention, her voice did help Zane stay awake and me stay focused. I cannot believe that the girl who once

arrived at our home is now so special to me.

But it was too late for me. She had already chosen Helel, and if not him, I had a feeling that she would go for

Maddox or Zane because they were very forceful.

I didn’t want to force her into doing anything.

Thankfully, we arrived at the mountains, and I grabbed Zane, flipped him over my shoulder, and ran towards the

cabin with Gwen beside me.

The instant we reached the cabin and Gwen yelled at the guards to clear the way, I saw Beatrice jump off the bed

to see what was happening.

Her eyes grew in size, and her lips parted to express shock when she saw me running into the cabin with a

wounded Zane.

“What is happening? Who did this to him?” I am sure she had many questions, but we needed to help Zane recover

first.

“I will tell you all about it later,” I said, grabbing the aid box and giving it to Gwen. She knew how to take care of

someone, so she was the best option right now.

Beatrice had reduced herself to tears instantly but was keeping herself from sobbing loudly. Zane’s body was

turning blue, and it was the deadliest sight ever.

“Ah!” Zane yelled when Gwen tried cleaning his wound. Beatrice crawled into the bed and sat beside him.

“Hey! just hold my hand, okay?” As soon as she spoke to him, he opened his eyes and smiled weakly. He grabbed

her hand as if she was the only thing keeping him alive. The wounds that would reappear when we were in the

mansion were not reappearing now that we were in the cabin. It was so hard to help him out of the cabin.

Gwen was doing a great job, while Beatrice was constantly talking to Zane and keeping him occupied.

“You will leave with me after I heal, right?” Zane talked with a stream of tears leaving his eyes.

“I will,” she lied, because she knew he was hallucinating now.

“And then we will go back to our home in the vortex. I have built us a small, tiny sized home in the mountains. You

will love it,” he mumbled, making her bite her bottom lip and slowly steal his eyes from him.

“Who did this to him? Has the man from hell come out?” Beatrice asked, and where I didn’t say a word, Zane, who

wasn’t under his control, spoke up.

“My brother—Helel wanted me dead,” that tone and the way he smiled miserably broke my heart.