Beta - The Bayou Boys

Three more weeks. Just three more agonizing weeks until Teddy could mark me and I could finally claim my mate.We'd managed not to cross the line, but the burning desire that had consumed me since we found each other was relentless. The only time he didn't stop me from touching him had intensified the need, making it the sole thing on my mind most of the time.It was impossible to forget the way his body responded, the way his eyes flashed with that wild hunger before he realized what was happening and jumped up to stop me.That fight afterward was epic, magnified by the fact that we were at my house when it happened. Only a few halls down from where my brothers were asleep. I realized that night it was entirely possible to have a screaming match while whispering.Still, we kept our promises to my family, keeping boundaries intact. But those promises felt like chains, holding me back from what I craved.What were three more weeks compared to the torturous ten months we'd endured?Eve

As we pulled up to the last snare, his posture changed. "It's big," he whispered. He was right. It was almost ten feet long and so thick I could hide behind it. Thankfully, it was too large for him to want to wrestle. After dispatching it with the pistol, he effortlessly flipped it up into the boat.Getting the alligator meant we caught it and several giant catfish, which had not happened since the last hurricane. Teddy was ecstatic, obviously proud he could provide the pack with a good meal tonight. He had already sent a mental message to everyone, getting them ready for a gator BBQ. Considering they'd been living on glorified roadkill, I knew this would quickly become a party.It always frustrated me that I couldn't hear him when he talked to the pack. "Will I be able to hear you once I'm marked?"He shrugged and grinned. "I think so, but no reason to worry about it, Mon Loup. After you're marked, we'll never be far enough apart to need it."We'd finally figured out how to create

I craved the only comfort I knew would mend me. Teddy knew, too. He wrapped me in his arms. His kisses, though gentle at first, quickly turned desperate.I let my hands wander down to his shorts, seeking the connection I craved more than anything. He growled, grabbing my hand before I could touch him. "Three more weeks, Loupy. Just three more weeks."I pulled away as I sat up. "I'm already eighteen. We are just waiting on the moon, and we aren't virgins. Our wolves know it. Mine may kill me in the next three weeks."Teddy sat up beside me, his breath hot against my neck as he kissed it softly. I felt where Phin had dragged his teeth against my skin under his lips, and it made me shiver. "I'm the macho male here. I'm supposed to be the one humping your leg."I huffed, glaring at him as he smirked at me. "Instead, you're Mr. Self-Control, and I can't even get you to touch me below the neck."He reached over and started tracing circles on my stomach. "You know what I mean," he whispered.

We stepped into the pack house, and the stench hit me like a freight train. Drugs, booze, and filth mingled in a nauseating cocktail that made my stomach churn. The place was a disaster, and the thought of staying here made my skin crawl. Teddy and I were barely speaking, exchanging snippy comments with each other."We can stay at my old place tonight," he muttered. "Until we clean this up and remodel.""Whatever," I snapped. This place was disgusting.We continued bickering, the fight escalating with every passing moment. Each snide comment. "I'm taking the Beta house tonight," I declared. "You can sleep in Phin's old room. Alone."Teddy's eyes flashed, but he pulled me onto his lap. "You're hangry," he said, sending a mental message to the omegas for breakfast. "You need to eat.""You're probably right," I admitted, struggling slightly in his grasp. I realized how much stronger I was now, and it hit me how much I had emasculated him by saying I'd command him to mark me and have s

The next couple of days were a whirlwind of changes and planning. The Bayou Pack had been in desperate need of some order and direction, and I was determined to make a difference. I gathered all the omegas together, explaining my vision for the pack and how we could improve our situation. Everyone listened attentively. It was clear that they were not used to being given responsibilities, but they were eager to contribute.I spent hours organizing tasks and assigning specific duties to each omega. Some were tasked with cleaning up the grounds, while others were tasked with organizing the common areas. The transformation was slow initially, but over the next couple of days, the property looked far better. The grounds, once overgrown and neglected, were now neat and well-kept. The common areas were tidy and inviting, creating a sense of home that had been sorely missing.Seeing the progress, I felt a surge of pride. The omegas were working hard, their spirits lifted by the tangible imp