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
Beau,Two strange vehicles approached within 30 minutes of each other. The passenger stepped out of one and spoke to his driver before he drove off. The second car that pulled up was a nondescript saden cavalier with a shimmering green color. A lean woman with midnight umber skin stepped out, wearing a band tee and ripped black skinny jeans. She hefted a teal backpack over her shoulder as she looked around. The lush coils of her afro were a stunning contrast to her frame as she leaned against the hood of her car and began typing on her phone. Watching as I posted casually from the mess hall I wondered who she was. The man from before came out in his tailored suit and she frowned looking down the road expectantly before she reluctantly followed him back into the office. I grit my teeth, I didn’t like this, bringing Bri out in the open after what had happened, it made me uneasy and I'm sure my Alpha felt the same. I had just had to look at The Bastard Alpha and he turned in the other d
ZoeyThere she was, Bri. That beautiful and alluring spirit shone brighter than I’d ever seen anyone else before. The good spirits led me to her that day as I watched the gaunt, dead-eyed girl walking. I knew who she was, all New Orleans witches did. The spirits spoke, insisted, and I intervened. She stood too far away, a wall of sexy feral male brutes between us and she just turned him to melted butter with her touch and the depth of what I knew was underneath the surface of the scarred person I had come to know. Now she beamed like a beacon of the echoes of who I knew her to be. She shined, no longer the dull empty shell I was familiar with. I was glad for it, relieved. She had found the thing in the deepest part of her that had been hidden by her armored cage of darkness and now had cut through all the bullshit she had been through. It didn’t matter to me what B.S. that was, she never said, but I knew it had to do with the woman who claimed to be in charge of the New Orleans witche
BriWhen the plotting was done and I had asked after Maggie, she pulled a bag out of her backpack and inside were several pieces of hemp clothing and a few wrapped packages. “My cousin just opened her boutique. She begged me to give you these if I so happened to bump into you. She hopes you'll frequent her store if you like them.” Zoey’s family was relatively human by witch standards but possessed something a little extra yet to be revealed to me. I honored that fact by not asking, as I had my own secrets. I wasn't concerned they suspected Zoey had helped me. They would simply expect it not to mention my link to Zoey was unknown by anyone outside of a specific circle. I smiled, “I’m sure I’ll love it all,” I said feeling a bit stunned and awkward. I didn’t dig through the bag, Zoey just smiled and nodded, not expecting me to go through it. Most things that passed between us were instantly destroyed. Outside of the items in the bag she had given me and the phone. Gifts usually left a
Beau, I was surprised at Wyatt’s suggestion. Letting Bri meet the old Bruja that manned the taco truck with her family alongside her friend Zoey was a big chance. Maria was different. When I pulled in behind them the food truck had a small line and the closer picnic tables were filled. I gestured to Zoey to head to the farthest one and followed Wyatt and Bri to the table with the men I had snatched as Maria’s niece eyed me. This was trouble. Or maybe Wyatt had a point. The old woman was one of the few people around who didn’t treat us as outcasts. I had spent half of my life using that to my advantage with women though. They wanted the thrill of a random romp with someone who wasn’t accepted, and Maria, that bear of a matriarch knew that. Bri knew too, I should accept it and own it regardless of how worthless it made me feel, pathetic. I got Wyatt and Zoey’s orders as I smirked at Bri.“What is it gonna be Sug?”“A girl only lives once,” she looked back at me, and the air became char
WyattHalfway home I pulled off to the side of the road and backed in next to a dilapidated dock facing the setting sun. Bri, who was curled into my side, looked up at me.“What's wrong?”“Nothing moonbeam, just wanted a quiet moment with you to myself before we go back.” I got out and jogged around to let her out. She allowed it. An action I wanted her to become accustomed to. As I helped her slide out of the truck I took her hand and led her to the back dropping the tailgate. I patted it as I eased onto it myself and she snuggled into my side once more.Our gazes trailed out over the water which mirrored the burnt oranges, deep pinks, and vivid purples of the setting sun.“It is beautiful,” She said, her voice thick with emotion, barely a whisper on the drifting breeze.“It’s pretty,” I agreed. Her fingers interlaced with mine as my other arm came around her and we took in the peace of nature, I could feel the tension as she suppressed the moon from materializing but the strain ease
“Shit,” he swore, scrubbing his face with his hand before he could rally a reply. Bri shifted out from behind me and sat next to me. I tugged her into my side and she leaned into me but there was a rigidness to her. Her gaze honed on Sean. When his eyes locked on hers as he looked back at us he paled.“What the fuck have you gotten into Wyatt?” I could sense his fear as his words blurted out. Bri’s legs swung leisurely back and forth as they hung over the tailgate. I looked up from her legs to her face. A cold smirk had twitched up at the corner of her mouth and when her gaze left Sean to look at me the wraith was full force in her eyes.“What? I thought I should show him what they made me, before he decided to talk,” she looked back at Sean who gaped.“See, I was supposed to be a creature of the light,” she said, letting the moon materialize behind her, “But they forced me to be what you see, so if I were you, I’d keep my mouth shut before I add you to the list of people I need to de
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