BriThe two pale silver horses' hooves clapped over the cobblestone roads as we crossed the backstreet roads of the quarter and entered the garden district. It had taken 2 hours but here we were moving up the drive to my father’s house. I’d never claim it was hers.The mansion sat down the long drive surrounded by lush manicured gardens and wide immaculate expanses of lawn. I pulled the beaded shawl tighter over my shoulders against the chill breeze. It was pinned with a magnolia broach for the time being, the last piece, Celeste had said.The carriage stopped at the base of the steps and Wyatt got out. He turned and carefully lifted me, setting me on my feet. Beau behind me ensured the skirt of the dress didn't catch on anything before he joined me. I could feel the brisling change as the men brought their other sides forward. They scanned the few people meandering and laughing, obviously drunk on the steps. A couple kissing as if the rose bushes would prevent them from being seen.T
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
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
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
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
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
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
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