BriI knew something was bothering Wyatt and though I tried not to pry, my unwillingness to watch him devour himself caused me to pin him down shortly after our close call with the Vipers. When he told me what had happened with Isabella I warred with a mixture of jealousy which was irrational and a sense of territorialness that was outside of my character… or so I thought. Kay’s superficial want to claim what was mine was enough to turn the green-eyed monster’s head in her direction. I didn’t know the demon existed till now, Adding Isabella’s stunt to the mix had my eyes seeing red. As Wyatt had said, the woman should have known better than to play with fire, simply speaking for the Rougaour. It just made my blood boil that much hotter. I walked away from that conversation in simmering rage. Something I didn’t know what to do with. It wasn’t as if I didn’t trust my men. I supposed it was the unrealistic terms they had already placed on themselves when I left, that had left me insecur
WyattWhen Bri had told us what she had done I should have been angry with her for putting herself at possible risk of being seen, after everything we were protecting her from she’d been callus to pull that stunt. But I couldn’t help the pride and smugness that leached from deep within me. It wasn’t just The Beast who was simply smug, the rest of me, the wolf and the man, beamed with pride. It was a gesture of claim and I was happy she claimed Beau, us. I knew that it hadn’t been just Kay’s actions toward Beau that had caused her mood lately but also the actions I had admitted Isabella had attempted on me. I decided I’d just stay away from her and Maria and had promised as much to Bri. She had just scowled at the idea. I think she wanted to make Isabella pay. I wouldn’t want to be Isabella if that showdown ever happened but I’d happily spectate.The boys were back in school now. Since that small venture of revenge, she had allowed herself to let her darkness out to play. She took par
BriI pushed the golems down relying only on them following the craft under the depths of dark water. More was happening here than I wanted to admit. I didn’t want to be this kind of special. But I would protect what I claimed as mine at all costs. You couldn’t put a price on these males' heads. The boys, my men… they were untouchable as long as I stood standing. We sat silent in a thicket of trees watching the trespassers. The golems were ready to act at my beck and call. My mind wandered as we waited. How had the Oungan tricked the men and stolen their souls? I wasn’t that sort of mistress to them. You could do your job or I can release you into the afterlife, neither soul accepted that demise, maybe they wanted retribution, for what though? Their master had met his horrific end already.“They are The Bastard’s, men,” Wyatt, let me know his voice echoing into my mind and that just made me more aggravated. These were the men giving my guys a hard time at work. Well, I had something f
Christmas eveBri,Things had quieted down since Wyatt and mine's hunt. The boys had fewer issues at school as did the men at work. That is after Wyatt had sent their Apha the video we took and told him the next time we weren’t just scaring the piss out of his future patriarch and his friends. We only had 2 months until everything would change. I turned the small parcels wrapped in old newspaper over in my hands. There was one for each of them. The boys and the men. Blessed gris gris, talismans of protection. Bits of wreckage left over from Jolene’s island as we now call it. Random keys and trinkets that had been cleansed by the moon that night were now repurposed with a pulsing energy of my protection. My blood, the moon, my soul's own fire, the earth, and the water of this land sealed that energy, and it was tied off with a bit of my hair binding it. Thin strips of leather adorned them, to attach them to a keychain tuck into a wallet or wear around their wrists or neck, a simple de
Bri“It's beautiful,” I said, urging tears to not fall, I’d stay strong, I wouldn’t cry.“I made them so you can take them with you,” Lou said, “But I made this one so we can keep it here,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the figure of a dancing woman holding a moon above her head. “I wanted you to put it up somewhere we can keep it,” he said, his shoe tracing a line into the dirt as he looked down.I wrapped my arms around Louis, and let my broken hoarse voice tell him, “It's perfect Lou, I love it,” we clung together longer than necessary, and I held in a sob. “I’m going to miss you so much kid,” I let him know. I swiped at my tears. “I’m gonna miss you too,” He mumbled quietly into my ear, his voice strained. As we pulled away I looked around at my options for the placement of the beautiful gift and found my eyes gazing up, into the branches of the lowest cypress trees. I snatched Wyatt’s hand and he didn’t complain as I urged him to follow me. When I pointed up a
WyattShe had no idea what I wanted to do and that made it even better. I held the scarf in my hands. The silky black fabric was cool in my hands.“Trust me, Ma Sha?” I asked again. She looked from the scarf to me and nodded. She was confused but gave me that trust. I cherished it and though this gift was a bit selfish, If I’d learned anything about Bri it was that she soaked it up like she did the light of the moon. She was a sensual creature. This woman before me, watching her learn to surrender to that had been my greatest gift in life. Tonight the selfish bastard that I was, I’d take another gift for myself. I wanted to memorize her in a different way.When I lifted the scarf over her eyes the darkness peered curiously back at me, a sheen of silver in those soft green orbs, but the wraith didn’t balk. I tied it firmly then, letting that glorious high ponytail stand tall and proud, perfect for grabbing. I then slipped the straps of her dress down her shoulders, the dress pooling at
WyattA dance of cat and mouse commenced, Beau finally pinned her to the wall, after she had purposefully teased him a little too hard by grabbing his cock through his low-slung sweats. He growled. I memorized the curve of her mouth then, the sag of the surrender of her body, and the satisfaction that seemed to waft off of her. Sweet sweet Bri, at least we know you're not as innocent as you portray. She loved it, I watched her body pant as his claws threatened to dig in and her panties fell to the floor in shreds instead. I wanted to see the thrill in her eyes, why had I blindfolded her? That's right, I didn’t want her to see how every face of her wrecked me. How she destroyed me with everything. It was fruitless. Frayed as they were the threads of ourselves unintentionally had latched on to each other over time. I could only hope they would stay brittle, and spare me from what was bound to happen, we had walked the line too many times, and blurred the margins too often. As Beau thru
BriIt was time, I was leaving with the same 2 bags. I came only bringing a few changes of clothes and the gifts the boys and my men had given me. I took one more look around the humble room, my throat tight with emotion, I loved this room, this place, and these people. I’d be leaving this simple rough-hewn, loving home. One full of warmth and fond memories. The pain in my chest throbbed. My fingers are fiddling with a thread on the quilt. It wasn't just the people but the land I was leaving. The stress already pulled at every fiber of my being like pieces of myself threatening to be stripped away. A bandaid left on too long and ready to take with it hair, skin, and all the bits of you that were supposed to remain intact. I heard the boys enter the back of the house and swallowed hard. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes and my throat closed in tighter. Wyatt’s form entered the doorway engulfing the space. I looked over my shoulder at him. His eyes softened, he crossed the distance
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