BriWhen they woke to the sound of an alarm. We found ourselves tangled together. Groaning they disentangled themselves from me collecting their clothes and though they attempted to not disturb me. I found myself snatching a pillow to cuddle and my face screwed into a displeased pout. It had gotten chilly overnight and the cold damp air seeped into me. Wyatt leaned over and nuzzled his bearded face into my neck before kissing just under my ear and I whimpered. He chuckled, brushing my hair from my face. “I'll make it up to you when I get back,” he promised as I heard his footsteps trail out of the room. I heard Beau rustling around the room collecting his things as I pulled the blankets tighter around me and burrowed into them. His body weight sunk onto the bed and I squinted my eyes open. His features were soft in the growing light of the rising dawn that cascaded over his features.“Sugar, you gonna be ok with me gone? With Wyatt and…” he asked trailing off. I scowled at him.“Stop
WyattShe rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. She wasn't used to being cared for yet. I’d make sure she knew what that felt like before she left us. I cleared my throat.“Boys told me you didn't take a plate and don't forget Moonbeam, I can smell your tears,” I said, turning her face to mine. Her lashes blinked and she swallowed hard before sad green eyes met mine.“Eat Ma Sha, then ya can tell me what this is all about,” I said, scooping up some egg and putting it in her mouth. She let out an irritable breath, before wrapping her pouty lips around the morsel in compliance, when I pulled away she scooped up more but offered it to me. I chuckled and dove in for it.We fed each other in companionable silence, Boo scourging for any morsels that fell from our forks.“So, out with it,” I said after the plate was scraped clean and set aside Boo having decided she'd have more luck begging off the boys had wandered back inside. I pulled her into my arms, kissing the side of her head. She snugg
I returned in silence setting up the tea and coffee while the men stood leaning against opposite walls near the hall, arms folded across their chests as they spoke gruffly about locations. I set a cup of lemon, honey, and ginger-flavored tea in front of Mela and handed Wyatt two cups of coffee. I sat at the table with the Alpha's mate blowing on my own.“So,” I said quietly. “Seems that all Alpha’s have poor skills for introductions. I’m Bri, I'm sorta new here.” Mela bit her lip, a soft smile querking on her lips, and went to raise the cup to her lips before Landry paused her hand and took a whiff before glancing up at me with assessing eyes and returned to Wyatt who was glaring at him. To him, it was an insult but the man had his reasons. “Protective much,” I mumbled quietly.“You have no idea,” she murmured, amusement crossing her features. I could faintly see the scars beneath the curtain of hair, the visible side of her face was naturally beautiful light brown skin, probably in
Wyatt We walked back into the house only to hear giggles and laughter trailing down the hall.“Steady him Alpha," her voice warned.“Why,” I asked.‘His wife has asked me to help her be “brave”, I can not deny this woman that.’ she insisted. I placed a palm on Landry's chest. “Dont fuck it up with your woman, old man,” I warned.“What?” he asked.“Yours has asked mine to help her be brave, just prepare yourself and understand that Bri can't help but inspire.”We walked into Bri and Mela chatting animatedly as Bri was weaving Mela’s hair away from her scared face and into intricate braids. Mela looked like a Viking queen. Stepping aside I caught Landry's expression, grief tangled his features. Ten years the woman stayed and he was still a mess over it. His eyes softened. Bri never skipped a beat as she whispered something in Mela’s ear that had her laughing out loud. The satisfied swell in my Moonbeam’s chest resonated in mine as pride.Meeting Mela could have ended it all, drove her
BriThe men took us into the deep swamp leaving Landry's boat at our dock and using our more nimble skiff to navigate the deep swamp’s terrain I strained, reaching my magic out farther, into land that wasn't ours. I was more limited here. It felt foreign but I could sense them.When my moonlight began to materialize as darkness fell, our neighbors became silent. I sent the light ahead letting it split off into smaller orbs dimming them, and pulling that light within myself as we came closer. I raised a hand, putting my other to my lips. Wyatt cut the engine and the men grabbed the polls. I pulled in more light. I drew my finger across my neck, as a sign to stop."There's three sets of boats scattered,” I pointed west, north, and east. I dimmed the light to that of fireflies splitting them up more. “You two, one go east and the other north, follow the light.” “What about the west?”“The boys are northeast of here,” I pointed. He swore quietly under his breath. “Why can't I sense the
BriThere was something off about the boat coming. The Dark Oungan, I realized.“Whatever happens Mela, stay behind me, I don't think I need to tell you this, but remember I'm the good guy, no matter what game I'm forced to play to ensure we both including the pup survive, I'm not taking chances and that may mean I have to play a part or become something darker then what is coming.” Her eyes found mine in the darkness letting her see the last bit of glow before I pushed the magic down, letting the darkness swallow the light. I could taste her anxiety and apprehension with my own. The water sloshed from a soft wake alerting me.“Wyatt?” I asked, risking my senses to stretch.“Yes.”“Did you find them?”“Yes, Ma sha.”“Make it quick.” “Bri?”“Protect our boys first, I've got this, but come quick.” Then I blocked him and the effort of bracing against him barreling against that barrier I had created between us, caused me to elicit a stifled whine. Mela gripped my hand as I bit my lip
MelaI have lived on the edge of the supernatural world my entire life. I was raised in a small secluded houseboat community composed of descendants of Chitimacha Indians and Arcadian settlers. My husband's people, Wyatt's people, and my own have coincided with each other for centuries. Somewhere along the way, the gift of the Rougarou passed into Landry’s people's lines.I knew what Landry was when we were young. I knew what he would become, and yet I let myself fall for him, hope with him. Dream we were something deeper than we were. I never stopped loving him, nor did he ever fail to love me in return. Even after.Since we were children we had been drawn to each other. We had been so sure once he marked me, his beast would accept me and we would change the world. Now he looked at me with guilt and disdain. Guilt for scaring me, for nearly killing his love and disdain for himself and his beast.I have seen many unexplainable things in my lifetime. Nothing could have prepared me for
Bri“Are you safe with him?” I asked my eyes watching in the direction the men took my kill, who still suffered slowly, and I sickeningly relished it. “Yes, I bear his children. He may snarl and growl at me but he will not harm me,” Mela let me know.“How many?” I asked.“This will be the fifth,” she let me know. I sighed, I understood but a longing in me choked my words.“I can't give them that,” I admitted.“You can, but you refuse to. You are lucky most Alphas don't consider the female, they just claim what they want,” she admitted.“I am blessed,” I agreed. “I hate myself for everything I will leave behind,” I confessed.“In the end, you must put yourself above them all, your destiny is your own making, things don't always go your way with fate, but in the end, you rule it, don't let it consume you. If I had I would have lost him long ago,” Mela offered wisely. I shrugged, my mind not able to see past the inevitable impasse. Mela sagged. “What are you going to do with these two
WyattOn the ride to the truck, I found myself gripping my chest, Beau with his head leaning against the window did the same, the pain scorched and burned and though I knew the heartache would always be there this was more than my own. Beau’s eyes squeezed shut and a tear fell. I glanced at Zoey keeping quiet in the passenger seat leaning forward as she wound her way around narrow streets.“Promise me you will watch over her,” I asked. Zoey glanced at me as I gritted my teeth against the pain blooming in my chest.“You have my word,” Zoey answered quietly. I gazed out the window unseeing as the streets of New Orleans passed by.“I know she loves you both, very much,” Zoey said, swallowing hard. This had to be hard for her, knowing what Bri was sacrificing, what we all were, and being the only one who knew it all. A lump had grown in my throat as I gritted through the emotions of this “separation” and took a steading breath.“If she ever needs us, we will be there,” I let her know as Z
BriI woke to a rapt at the door moving felt wrong as the men growled in slumber and I pulled away, throwing one of their shirts on to answer the door. Thankfully it was Zoey as I leaned against the door jam not bothering to button the shirt and she handed me our bags. Her eyes scanned me as Wyatt came up behind me growling but I pushed my ass out to block him before he realized he was naked. Typical male Alpha bullshit dealing with his possessive female.I just passed the bags to him before I gripped Zoey’s hand like a vice as my emotions rose. “Give us some time, don’t leave me yet.” I bit my lip, emotions coursing through me.“I'm not going anywhere ma ami,” Zoey said, her eyes sad as they met mine. She knew the toll weighing on my heart perhaps, but not the one tethered to my soul. I nodded to her before ducking back into the room. My face fell as I faced them.“This is it,” I said, as both men approached me, my back leaned against the door.“We are only a few hours away,” Beau s
BriBeau placed slow-moving molten kisses down my back when he came to the dip in my backside where the dress covered my ass his fingers deftly began unclasping it when the skirt finally fell open, Wyatt undid the clasp at my neck and the entire thing slid into a glimmering pool of glittering fabric at my feet. Beau collected it and I stepped over it in my heels before he laid it out over a chair in the corner.Wyatt growled, “You went into that room without any underwear?”“Did you not see the dress?” he looked about to go feral on me and I was glad for it. Beau returned only to sink to his knees behind me as Wyatt's large calloused hands began to work my breasts as his tongue warred with mine. Beau’s lips pressed against the small of my back and descended. When he reached the seam of my ass Wyatt yanked one leg up high on his hip, steading me with an arm around my waist. The air hit my damp core and caused me to shiver. The next thing I knew Beau's mouth had found a mission. My dr
WyattBri had been magnificent, the amount of power that had poured through her, that she had siphoned into us for our wolves to take shape outside of ourselves had been immense. I could have said it shocked me, but that would be a lie. Our Moonbeam was more than a common witch. She hadn’t hesitated, barely batted an eye as she became judge, jury, and executioner to the Vipers who had done such unspeakable wrongs against her. She wore her scars for all to see and I loved her more for overcoming it all. It hit me then, this was our last night. Her very power marked her as the rightful head of this seat on the council. When she had claimed it, no one had dared to oppose her.When the doors had unlatched a few cowards took off. I watched her note them. Analyzing who they were and how she would have to manage the aftermath, those who would oppose this spectacle. I stood prone and mute as did Beau. Her father's supporters and those brave enough walked before her and bowed low expressing th
beau182He had a cocky smirk on his weathered face, his silver beard mirroring his hair. He looked too strong for his age as he filled out the light grey tuxedo, a plaid handkerchief tucked ornately into his pocket. He nodded looking around at the now vacant dias.“Seems like it’s ma turn Little Bird,” he said, his accent thick and not any I recognized. Bri scowled at him. “You can try tae kill meh, lass but it wulny work. Yae urny ready for aw the answers yae seek. It’s still tae be seen if yae earn them.“What the fuck is that supposed to mean,” Bri spat. “You were always a strange one, I could never quite figure you out,” Bri admitted. “That you weren’t the worst of them, doesn’t get you out of this Silas, you will be judged.” Bri pointed out.“Judge me aw yae wish, I care not. I did wit I needed tae dae, by you and I’ll stand by it. I never molested yae, I didny beat ye. In fact, if it wisny fur me, they wid hiv taken ye years ago. I stopped that, just like I stopped them from s
Beau“Fucking disgusting pedophile freak, and a necro to boot,” Brianna tutted, she looked at her fingernails and shook her head, “I wonder if I took more than your ability to walk when you came looking for me. Do you know how hard it was to not kill you on the spot every time you touched me? To endure it so I could get out? Just so I could gain my full strength to come back and seek retribution for everything? She smiled towards her mother, “You don’t get to go to hell for killing my father. You wanted purgatory and I have someone here that can send you somewhere better. And you won't have any power there, will she?” She turned casually to Wyatt in question. “No,” he growled out, his canines showing his face shadowed in the angles that marked him as a predator, as he sat precariously in the lane between shifting and humanity. I wasn’t any better off as I struggled to keep my claws in. Brianna set loose her mother.“You little bitch you ruined everything! From the day Pierre brought y
BeauWithin Bri lay the power of the moon, pure and clean and good. Their cruelty had created something far darker and more sinister within her. They didn’t anticipate how that darkness would protect the light. How Bri’s mind would find a way to survive everything they put her through, and how the mysterious girl would fuel the light with hope.Andrew smirked as the crowd gasped in awe. He bowed low. “I, Andrew Carlson, offer you my allegiance and my loyalty. I bid for your place as high priestess of the North American Council of Witches. I am a son of both the eastern house and the western, may they see the strength you have borne in your oppression, and the vengeance I know you will cast as a testament to the tides of change. ” He stood and his eyes locked on Sug’s, she held that stare. “Brianna has shown me the world of witches her father sought to join together. I for one share that dream, that all sects of our kind and humans can preside alongside each other in a natural harmo
Bri“So we have established that a rite was intended to take place, that my mother ordered my familiar killed, and Beckham dealt that blow. Andrew.” Andrew took a tentative step forward. “I ask that you speak only the truth, Andrew here is a victim too, he didn’t have a choice in this either, he was forced to follow his father’s wishes.” Andrew’s gaze looked over the crowd of fearful faces before looking straight at Bri.“I always knew you’d never walk away without justice being served, I am sorry for my part in this and how I treated you over the years. You were once my friend and I hope you can forgive the things I did and overlooked while under the same roof as you.” His eyes raised to the crowd, “I wasn’t much older than Brianna when my father started acting strange and fell under the seductive spell of Lorrain’s promises. Power and dominion. She wants this seat on the council so that she can worm her way into the highest position possible. She’s a compeller and weaves that into h
Bri“On the contrary Lorraine, I am very present,” I said, striding before the dais. “I have come to see to it that you do not steal my father’s legacy and poison New Orleans as you did my Papa.” My voice was cold, hard, resolute. In this moment I let the warmth my heart had grown accustomed to leach into the men at my sides. Let her try to get out of this farce she made for herself.“Daughter, you are well,” Lorraine hid her surprise and I laughed darkly.“You do not get to call me daughter, after what you did to me. Allowed to be done to me. The abuse you exposed me to, in hopes you could wield the power I bear.” Beckham stepped forward gritting his teeth, eyes livid.“Child, enough of this nonsense,” Lorraine tried to reason.“You girl, owe us all a debt,” Beckham growled out. “I owe you nothing, if you ever thought I did that's on you.” I seethed. “Your little den of snakes stole everything from me,” I shot back. “You don’t get to pin a scared 14-year-old girl down and force her