Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

204-He Saw Me Doing It.

Maura's POV:

He fucked me in several different positions before we fell asleep naked on the bed of this abandoned

hotel room. I probably wouldn't have woken up, but then I heard something land on the window, waking

me up from sweet slumber.

I grabbed Zane's shirt and wore it without buttoning it up to the top. The only two buttons in the

stomach were closed at this point because my attention was stuck on the window where I had heard

the thud. Once I opened the window and walked out onto the balcony, I saw the sad sight of a pretty

little bird dead on the floor.

My heart ached for the little bird as I looked around and noticed a possible mother bird sitting on the

tree and looking restless. It seemed like the little bird was only learning to fly when the strong wind

messed up her sense of direction and she broke her neck when colliding with the window.

I crouched down and picked up the dead bird in my hands, holding her in my palms and staring at her

with teary eyes.

"Oh, little birdie," I pouted, feeling this force of tears trying to stream down my cheeks. I have promised

myself not to use magic outside the cowshed, but how could I not?

Her mother was staring at me as if she were telling me that she knew I had some powers that I could

use to bring her little baby back to life. With all these thoughts and the memory of my mother, I couldn't

help but steadily raise my hand to my head and untie my hair. As the red hair fell across my shoulders

and back, I closed my eyes to do what I do best.

Bring back the dead animals to life.

I felt my palm heat up while a little movement and poking made me realize I had done it again. I

opened my eyes to see the little bird get up in my palm and look around until her eyes landed on her

mother in the tree. She fluttered her wings and spread them, flying away to meet up with her mother. I

kept staring at them chirping and having a reunion.

I could never get enough of seeing them be happy when they are given a second chance.

"How did you do that?"

That’s when reality struck, and I acknowledged I wasn't alone. I was somewhere with a powerful

creature who probably wouldn't stay asleep when the lady he had sex with woke up and left his side. I

turned around in hesitation and watched him narrow his eyes in my face as his demands stood firm.

He wanted an answer from me.

"She— she was probably just hurt.’ I smiled awkwardly, taking a step away from him when he started

walking in my direction. The way his deep and intense stare was sticking to my face, I realized it

wouldn't be easy to get him off my back.

"You did something!" he said, finally stopping when he was only a few feet away from me.

"You opened your hair and held her in your palms," he gestured at my hair and then at my hands, "I

watched her lay dead in your hands until you did something and she woke up again. What did you do,

or should I ask, how did you do that?" His voice felt breathy. It was as if he was running miles inside his

own imagination.

I was hesitant to respond to him because what could I say to the alpha king? I am sorry you have been

having an affair with a creature who isn't even a werewolf.

Nothing could get me out of this trouble.

"Maura! I am giving you a chance to speak your truth before it's too late." He lowered his head and

stared at me through his eyebrows, warning me not to lie to him anymore.

"What are you, Maura?" he asked again, with a lot more aggression in his voice.

I knew if I didn't tell him the truth now, he would do something that would leave me with no choice but

to admit I was not a werewolf, so I told him the truth.

"I am a huldra!" I whispered, watching the folds forming a frown on his forehead disappear as his

expression went from being confused and bewildered to being shocked.

"I was born from a weredragon and a werewolf," I mumbled, but he hushed me into silence.

"I know what a huldra is," he said. "You kept it from me? Why?" He finally raised his voice and shook

my body stepping back and collapsing against the wall.

"I didn't know how to tell you. I was afraid you woul—" before I could explain to him why I couldn't tell

him anything about my identity, his next question put a full stop to my words.

"Your father is a werewolf; what does that mean? Is your mother—?" He had to close his eyes to hold

back and ask me that question. I could sense the hatred for the weredragon in his voice and in his body

language.

"She is dead," I lied, realizing that was the only way I can protect my mother. No way he would punish

her and drag her out of that basement to execute her in front of everyone.

"That's why I couldn't feel the mate bond with you. That's why nobody could feel a mate bond with you,"

he started mumbling, calculating something.

My mom has told me I would never find a mate, but I will have to find a partner just like other creatures.

Werewolves can have only one mate, or more if they are truly blessed. They do get a second chance

mate, but only if they reject the first mate or if the first mate dies. However, dragons have multiple

mates. So when a weredragon is mated to a werewolf, the werewolf can also have a fated mate from

his own kind and have a weredragon as a mate on the side.

It wasn't that complicated, but I never knew about it until my mother told me everything. It was sad

because, where everyone had mates, Huldras didn't have anyone in particular. This means Zane can

be with me but also have a fated mate of his own kind.

But that was beyond the point. He looked upset now.

"Get dressed; I am dropping you off at the café," he said after he showed no interest in talking to me

any further.