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WyattWhen Bri had stepped between me and Bas, The Beast snapped out of his anger. Watching her walk away, herding him and dinner out of the house was the worst feeling for every part of me, and as I slunk into their house, with my tail between my legs. I felt like I was crawling on my belly, on my own territory like a pitiful pup, and laid at her and Bastian’s feet. She gave me no comfort as the reality of the situation drove home. Something terribly wrong was going on in that pack. Something Bas as a good young man recognized and chose not to walk away from. Even though his background pushed him to be weary of women. After everything we have tried to instill in him, I should be supporting my ward for his decision. The feminine sex was a gift, regardless of his experiences. In this pack, a good woman was worth everything. The scenario Bastain laid out, played over and over in my mind. I knew I’d have to bow before that pack but I needed to look harder and try to search for a loophol
“My father was a good Alpha, he took care of his people and was a decent man, but he didn’t have control. When Naudia vanished he questioned Beau and I and we tried to hold back the truth because we knew what was coming but my father and his Beast’s abilities saw through all that. He sent us for switches, but when we came back with them he deemed them not good enough and selected one himself. When he found out what we knew he beat the living daylights out of us. Beau’s mother’s weeping was the only thing that pulled him out of his rage. My mother didn't bat an eye.”“What did you know that set him off?” Bri asked quietly, her fingertips trailing soothing waves of energy over my heart as they moved over my chest lazily.“We knew she was seeing someone, we even covered for her a few times saying she was camping with us because she was so purely smitten with him we figured it was her mate and just a matter of time before he presented himself. Turns out he was just a con piece of shit lur
Wyatt~~~~~~~Beau and I had begun getting assignments on ocean rigs and our rotations brought us sometimes both away and sometimes home with Bri for longer periods. We didn’t ask questions, we just worked and most of the time, her time on the island without one of us was fleeting. The jobs paid well though and projects on the island long since abandoned came to life again. Sheds and roofs were fixed up, the hand-me-down clothes were replaced with new ones, and the boys started pursuing the island shacks around us, babbling which they would have when they got older. A future began to materialize and I realized all too often with a knife in my heart that it was one without Bri. It was a hard thing to picture and I saw every day how she was cultivating the boys to carry on without her. Lou took to cooking with her, and Claude found a new love for gardening and minding the chickens. Then there was Bas. Often they went on long walks or boat rides and “talked” his attitude had adjusted to t
WyattHalfway up the town road, Mabel waved me down. What was this shit? I stopped and she approached the passenger side getting in.“What are you doing Mabel? I need to get to work,” I complained irritably. “Just drive Wyatt,” she said, annoyed and looking about. “Hurry up before people do notice,” she pointed out and I put the truck back in drive as she buckled in.“Look I know somethings up with y’all n that girl, the one I saw you with she’s the same girl in the pictures but every time I go to open my mouth about it I can’t make the words form. But now I can?”“Because she told you to tell us if anything came up, so what came up Mabel?”“I dunno Wyatt,” there was a long pause before she said, “Kay is trouble.”“I know.” “I don’t think she is the only trouble you're looking for, but that’s beside the point,”“Then what's the point, Mabel?”“I want to talk to her.”“Why?”“Cuz, I am not the enemy Wyatt, I want to know who we are protecting. I want to know who she is,”“Shit,” I fum
Mable My Papa had been a transplant from a northern parish some years before he met my Mama who had been raised in coonass Cajun country. Papa loved her very much even though he didn’t agree with her “country superstitions,” he indulged her actions accepting them as “charitable deeds,” of a proper Christian woman. The “Red’s” as everyone called them were a strange lot of families that had grown together over the length of the family’s long history in the area. They didn’t take charity and were hard workin ole school Bayou folks. Mama’s kinda people. She always found somethin around that needed tending or that Papa had “neglected” to pay the men and boys to do odd jobs for her. She paid them from her tediously managed grocery allowance which she painstakingly utilized sales and cut corners on things that were luxuries in order to pay them to do things here and there. She would slip the boys candies or freshly baked cookies when the men weren’t lookin and never neglected to speak kind
WyattI had called Beau before I started work since he would be home before me in two days. A lot could happen in that time and he was to call me after checking in. We couldn’t be seen fretting or acting any further out of character than we were already. Thankfully we were with different crews so the other shifters didn’t know we were away from the pack. Not that I was too concerned. Besides the slip-up with Kay that would get any woman’s blood boiling. For months she had been working with her gifts when we weren’t at home. She said that though she didn’t like being by herself, she needed the space and peace to focus, strengthen and explore her abilities. She refused to work with her darkness around anyone so everything seemed to bee working out keenly for the time being.I got a call 3 days later while I took a drive to Maria’s on a short break. I don’t think I ever answered a phone so fast before.“Beau?”“First off Wyatt, Boo is fine,” his voice rang clear through the cell phone. H
BeauWhen Mabel finally left Bri’s demeanor was brighter, warmer and that soothed me somehow. Watching them laugh, as Mabel moved with Bri throughout the day was refreshing even though I was annoyed wanting to seek the feel of her comfort after a few days away. I itched for that connection of our energy, of our bodies twining together. Bri needed more than just us and Mela had a pack, a family, and a hearth of her own to deal with. Though I preferred the scared woman over the human who had been silenced to speak of Bri’s existence among us. I was glad for her presence. Bri hadn’t delved into what we were just censored the information she was willing to offer Mabel in order to protect the rest.Bri was laid out across a blanket on the dock skin rubbed down with citronella to ward off the mosquitos as she read a new book. I had brought her a new pile back from the library. She was clad in only a sports bra and shorts, her bare feet crossed and bent over her beautiful ass. I crawled up n
BriBeau blazed a trail over every inch of my body that burned down into my tattered heart, my soul, my very being. He was right this wasn’t fucking. Our souls were bared to one another, the one line held between us, which we knew we could not cross for our own sanity, and yet we continued to tease ourselves, egging on the other to make the first slip. These men and I were addicted to the dangerous game we played. One wrong move and our lives would be impossibly bound and tethered for the rest of our existence. But I couldn’t throw away this, this love. I would soak it up, and bathe in it, as selfish as it was. We deserved so much more.We came up for air as he finally began to rock into me, sliding painfully slowly, deeper and deeper. His fangs grazed my collar bone and I whimpered with the need for him. I felt his smile quirk against my skin before he thrust suddenly up and I gasped. My lips grazed his skin in open-mouthed kisses on a path to his heart, as he moved within me the lig