Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

"Yes, but of course, I can't see shit out there. Every one of them all seem to blur together. This entire

thing is exhausting."

Falling back into the lush pillow-lined chair I was reclining in, I felt like giving up on all of this. My heart

and mind had been pushed to the point of breaking lately, and as much as I wanted to keep going, I

didn't know how.

I needed a reprieve, and when I thought about walking out of the arena, the flash of white and black I

had been searching for appeared before me like a solution. Lucas and Finnick prepared to spar against

their opponents and my heart almost stopped.

“Oh my God, there they are."

My response caught Sansa’s attention, and she looked in the direction I was. She chuckled. "Oh, wow,

I suppose they aren't playing with opponents this year."

"What are you talking about?" I asked as I turned to look at her. "What's wrong with them?"

She raised her brows with a sigh as she pointed toward Lucas and the man he was fighting. An

enormous man that stood at least a foot taller than Lucas with black and red markings all over his skin,

and hair that had been buzzed to his scalp. "That's Soren. He is the future Alpha of a bear clan from

Earth. They hail from the Russian territories and are known for being ruthless."

Russian... bears? You had to be fucking kidding me.

"He looks like he eats people like Lucas for breakfast!" The gasped response from me caused Sansa to

laugh again as she nodded.

“Yeah, he is known to be a killer. Not sure why he isn't matched with someone in his category though. I

wouldn't have thought Lucas would be ranked up there with them yet."

Again, my heart sank. 'What are you talking about?"

"Well, they are ranked by skill and size. As you can see... Soren towers over Lucas in a lot of factors.

Hopefully, he will be able to hold him off," she replied in a tone that sounded as if she didn't think Lucas

stood a chance.

Lucas and I hadn't really spoken in the past two weeks but it didn't mean I didn't think about him often. I

had just respected his wishes to let him focus on this competition and try to win me-as he called it—

properly. *We have to do something."

Sansa's eyes darted in my direction as she scoffed with amusement. "Are you fucking serious? There

is nothing we can do, Cassie. It's the best of three so all we can do is just pray he wins or doesn't lose

the next two."

Fuck my life... as much as I believed in Lucas, there was no way he could beat this guy.

“What about the person Finnick is with? Wait... Sansa, that's your brother!" His white hair had been

pulled back into a tight bun on his head as he stood topless in front of none other than Bronn, Sansa's

brother.

"Oh, for fuck sake... Bronn is about to get his ass handed to him."

I was slightly surprised by Sansa's response to her brother facing Finnick. He seemed like a very

strong and intelligent character but Sansa would know him better. "Are you serious? He is way bigger

than Finnick-"

"That doesn't mean shit in this situation," she sighed. "Finnick is... well I told you. He is the Fae prince-"

"Yeah, yeah I know. That doesn't mean shit though. Come on... you can't honestly think Bronn would

lose so easily."

Our conversation continued for a moment before a deep bellow of laughter sounded from behind us,

and as I looked up I spotted a man I didn't recognize taking up a seat on the concrete benches. "You

ladies have interesting conversations.”

I furrowed as I took in his deep brown eyes, and shoulder-length brown and gray hair. He didn't look

like the others with his attire and seemed to definitely have enough of the traditional brown furs and

linen attire that the Nordic communities used to wear.

“I'm sorry, who are you?"

He stared at me for a moment before a smile crossed his lips. ‘Balder... your uncle."

Balder... I had been learning about the gods more and more with my time here and if I remember

correctly, Balder was supposed to be dead. "Aren't you supposed to be dead? Like you're allergic to

Mistletoe or something..."

More laughter erupted from the man as he held his belly and bellowed, causing the attention of others

to land on us as embarrassment rushed to my cheeks. "Oh my God, it isn't that funny. Will you stop

people from looking at us!"

“You, dear niece, worry too much about what people will think of you. As for those stories written in

books... all lies—well, mostly all lies. Since I'm sitting here in front of you it's obvious that I'm not dead."

Rolling my eyes, I frowned looking at Sansa for rebuttal but instead she sat there quietly with her eyes

wide as if she was in shock of the man before us. It was clear she knew something and I would have to

pick her brain on later, but for now, I'd have to deal with this man myself.

"Fair enough... so what did you find amusing about my opinion on her brother and Finnick? Seeing as

that's why you initially laughed."

He took a moment as his eyes scanned out toward the field. "Prince Finnick is a dangerous man,

Castor. You should be able to sense that when you're around him. He has bathed in the blood of many

men far bigger than her brother, and all without breaking a sweat."

As my eyes turned back to where Finnick was sparring with Bronn, I watched him move faster than my

eyes could follow and quickly toss Bronn from the ring. My eyes widened at the display as the referee

called the match won, and Finnick walked off into the crowd of men like it was nothing.

On the other hand... Lucas seemed to not be in good shape as Soren found victory in his win over

Lucas. My heart broke knowing Lucas had lost but I knew he had two more chances to win. If he lost

next time he would be faced with being cast out before the next round. "Shit..."

“Yes, your mate didn't seem to favor too well out there, Castor."

Spinning around to glare at Balder, I took note of the smirk upon his face. 'Stop calling me that. My

name is Cassie."

“You may call yourself whatever you want, but to me, you will always be Castor. Now, piece of advice

from one blacksheep to another... in order to win, you often need to make deals with those who are

capable of winning."

I had no clue what he was on about but before I could ask, he stood and departed from where Sansa

and I sat. My eyes drifted to Sansa as I gave her a ‘what the fuck' kind of glare that caused her to shrug

and gesture towards Balder's retreating figure.

"Don't look at me like that! Do you know who that was?!' she gasped with astonishment.

"Baldar, duh. Who cares? He is just another god."

Mouth agape, she shook her head at me. "Cassie he isn't just another god. He is the son of Odin and

Frigg... he is the embodiment of immortality. Why do you think there are so many stories about him?

They say the gods didn't like him? No, bitch. They envied him because he was Odin's favorite."

What she was saying didn't make any sense to me. "If that was the case, why aren't any of Odin's

children... like Baldar, his so-called favorite-taking the job of heir?"

She stared at me blankly, shaking her head with astonishment. "You really haven't studied enough,

have you? I mean all those books-"

"Oh my God, Sansa. No, I haven't. I'm sorry I’m still working on it. Nov/, will you just tell me what the

hell I'm missing?"

Crossing her arms over her chest, she shook her head and groaned. "Baldar is the reason you are the

heir. He had Odin promise that none of his children would ever succeed him as they were all blinded by

power and greed and would never deserve the throne. Rumor has it Baldar is a seer, which is rare.

Men are rarely ever seers, and if he has shown himself to you after being in hiding for centuries... well,

he must have seen something in your future."