WyattThis is how I ended up growly and perturbed as my eyes scanned around while Lou jumped the dock and tied the boat off. Bri had her hair tucked under the hood of Beau’s oversized hoodie. Attempting to look small. She ducked her head tossing her bag over her shoulder, she even shoved her feet in a pair of Claude’s shoes which were two sizes too big. And looked little more than a teenager, boy or girl an outsider couldn't discern if it was Bri or Claude in those clothes. I searched for over-assessing gazes as Bri hopped expertly to the dock from the boat, she leaned casually against a pylon. We had argued about us both going. She was worried about the boys and so was I but it was safer to do this now before her mother realized she lost her bloodhound in the Bayou. Any meetings would have a very short window of safety before I insisted on a sort of shutdown where we monitored every person and thing just outside our territory and rebuilt the old defenses. Bri just followed me withou
BeauIt had started not fifteen minutes after dumping my bag on my bunk. Well, our bunk, as we shared it with the rotations. Wolves did not like sleeping in the scent of people who didn't belong to their pack. It was just a convenience and a given but when the Bastard Alpha walked by me catching the scent of Bri and recognizing it. I came to attention. The more time we spent with someone the more their scent rubbed off on you and now that things had gotten sexual, and not the random lay I typically explored but one that was frequent and thorough. Not to mention that the way Wyatt and Bri had slept before sex had been enough intimacy to rub her scent off on him on a soul level. The exclusiveness just layered it on thicker. Shit was about to go down.I heard the strong inhale, as his footfall had stopped behind me. “What pretty little thing could have both Bayou Red boys wrapped up in her so tight her scent is ingrained in you?” he asked, bracing a hand on the bunk behind mine, Landry’
WyattI felt like I was walking my Moonbeam across enemy lines as I struggled to refrain from tucking her into me and keeping up the ruse for the humans at least that one of the boys had come with me. The shifters would smell her a mile away once the wind shifted. We climbed up the steps to the trailer office Beau’s scent on his hoodie thankfully hid hers marginally as I rapped on the door. She leaned against the jam of the door still depicting that moody teenage angst. “Careful Ma’ Sha,” I murmured as I felt her agitation leak. She’d be walking in there guns blazing. An eerie glow sparked in her gaze as she glanced up at me from the shadow of that hood. It froze me in place. The door opened and Bri pushed past Conner inside he looked up at me before glancing back at Bri. One look and he turned to the guy inside and said.“We will discuss this later. I have an issue to take up here with Wyatt. The human stood from the seat barely giving Bri a glance before shying away from me on his
WyattBri had taken the middle seat and was tucked into my side, her head on my chest on the long highway home.“So Zoey?” I asked her knowing she was a right shade of tomato as she laughed into my chest.“She, she is my only friend. I mean I have Maggie too but she was also my boss and older. Zoey never asked me to explain, she's like something between human witches and the rest of us, she's how we should be. Wicked smart too and I would have never made it out without her. Gratitude swelled in my chest.“Then I am in her debt but I must say she talks to you like you are more than friends,” I admitted.“Well Zoey swings both ways, but I’ve never entertained the idea, I never thought I’d have the choice.”“And now that you do?”“I'm more than.” she cleared her throat, “Satisfied, with what we have,” she said looking anywhere but at me.“Not the least bit curious?” now that gave me a “what the actual fuck” face from her.“A girl is always curious but not to the point of ever acting on
BriI was so ready for this, that my toes curled into the floorboards as his weight pressed against me. I waited, my breath bated with need, strained with the turmoil of anticipation. His big calloused hands skimmed the soft skin of my body and the ache was a pressure ready to boil over “Anyone tries to interrupt us, They’re getting an eyeful because there’s no way I'm stopping this time,” he growled against my cheek. A hand slipped between the fabric of my panties and I whined and I could feel his smile against my jaw.“I hope you're ready because I'm not holding back Moonbeam,” he swore.“Don’t you dare,” he paused.“Don’t I dare what woman?” he questioned as he spun me and my lusty eyes met his ravenous ones.“Don’t you dare fucking hold back on me Alpha,” I said, with conviction my finger poking his chest. Wyatt grinned menacingly before his hands found my ass and in one sure confident move had it resting on the counter.“You’re a naughty little witch, you know that?”“I've never
WyattIt was Christmas Eve and Bri was baking up a storm, the scent of it drove my stomach into knots. I had been charged with cleaning out the smoker and grill so we could entertain our ‘guests.’ I can’t say I was pleased to find out that an entire pack had been invited to tomorrow's Christmas dinner. Still, I tolerated the idea with mild grumpiness which got my cheek pinched and made her pretty eyes narrow at me in disapproval which forced my complaints to take a backseat. She made me feel like a toddler throwing a quiet tantrum in my mind as I set about the task with Claude as my helper. Only here because he got kicked out of the kitchen for nabbing one too many sweets. This evening we would set up the bonfires as tradition and go fish for more add-ins to the boil Bri would prepare along with the sausages and chicken I was to smoke. The butcher had looked at me like I’d lost my damned mind when I ordered the food—questioning my request twice to the point of annoyance. I’d used the
BriChristmas time was my father's favorite, he used to tell me about the fires the men and boys now erected near the water before we went on our evening fishing excursion. Boo was in charge, as my eyes and ears to protect our home. Her headspace was free to me and my decision had already been made to leave her behind when I left. she knew my heart better than I knew it myself, and would be the only way I could let a part of me remain here while the rest of me was forced to be elsewhere. The only way everything I cherished would be safe from the perils of witches' politics, was if they were together under her care. I could never let those witches know what these men and boys were to me and I was not putting another familiar at risk again. That loss along with my fathers had broken me and left me vulnerable to them. At least this way I would know they were OK, they were all that mattered, the only things that would keep my soul tethered to this world when I unleashed myself upon my opp
BeauIt was obvious Bri didn’t want to talk about whatever the things were that she couldn’t or didn’t want to remember but we all had to know what weapons in this battle could be used against her, we already knew she had been assaulted, that her memory couldn’t pinpoint for sure who had been the assailant. Yet, we all expected the man who forced his touch on her over and over again. She swore it couldn’t be Andy and that Silas or Beckham never crossed certain lines, that Beckham barely existed among them and Andy wanted nothing to do with her but she couldn’t be completely sure and when it came down to it, that would be Wyatt’s job to sort out. He would guide her hand with his ability to detect an individual's literal intent, but in my opinion, they should all be at the bottom of the swamp.It was when I asked her about the snake that's when she and Wyatt both swallowed hard and looked at each other before she began explaining all the ways she had tried to get away, affording her the
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