Wyatt She looked back at me, her posture matching mine, arms crossed and battle-ready. "I think you know I've already shared more than I should have. What I want to say, it seems I can't help myself," I said, trying to stand with some sort of ground between us. She huffed. "Neither of us asked for this and I understand what positions we are both in. Just know I will Never risk this pack, Alpha. Beau, those boys, you, I'd soon enough end myself and forgo my vendetta, before I allow danger to touch any of you. But let me make this crystal clear because we are a lot more alike than you realize. If you think you are a monster then that makes me one too, but deep down we are ruled by our humanity and that's what makes us better than them," she spoke simply. I shook my head looking at her. "Mon Sha, you are anything but a monster," I argued. "You are the most pure soul I have met in my lifetime, a monster is the last thing you will ever be to me," I countered. That idea was ludicrous. "
BeauI'd have to say I never realized how lazy of a man I was, till a lil five foot-four Caramel-haired fury entered our lives. Every morning I took the boys to school and came home to her beautiful face with a hankering to tackle another item on Wyatt's project lists. I whined and complained. I even tried the puppy dog eyes but she would give me that look and after a few days I stopped trying to get out of it. The truth was the effort and work seemed easier with her around and I won't lie to myself and say I wasn't still noticing the curve of her ass or the valley of her tits she exposed every time she bent down to help me with one project or another. Without Wyatt here to tease about it there wasn't much to do with it. As far as I was concerned she was spoken for and I'd never do that to my brother.However, I wasn't prepared for the vastness of Bri's mind. Sugar made me think outside of the box when we were faced with a problem in fixing something, and between the two of us even w
Beau I didn't speak at first I tapped her with my toes "Sug," I pleaded. I hated it when she went quiet on me. It meant she was dealing with some kind of pain from before. She didn't always share but this time she sighed relenting. "Lorraine had a thing with appearances, she felt the beauty of youth was in being thin, shapeless, her distaste for me only grew when I got older and she cursed my genetics," she said, pulling the joint from behind her ear and lighting it with her finger. She took a long hit, blowing it out over the water away from me. She shook her head. "How dare I have the audacity to have a figure, what an impossible task she felt she had to adorn me with stylish dresses to parade me around like prized cattle at her galas and parties. With an ass too fat and hips wide. Let's not forget having breasts, I was worthless. Nothing would be flattering," Bri said, rolling her eyes. Before I could retort, she held up a finger. I thought she would tell me off for being about
Beau We all stopped in our tracks. Jaws slack as her picture came up on the screen in one of those lacey poor excuses for a dress she had talked about. She was younger, the white lace tight to the narrow pinch of her midsection snug to the flare of the curve of her hips, with a slit so high I doubted she was wearing underwear. The heels of her shoes were so tall and narrow it was a wonder how she could stand. Her cleavage defied gravity as it strained against the sweetheart neckline, where her hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders. Eyes looking down, lost, empty, her face reserved, resigned. That girl looked like death walking compared to the woman who now resided at home. I vaguely remembered Louis muttering shit. And a sharp whining sound in my head before old man Beauregard poked me with his cane. "Move along Reds, lines moving. "Those of us in the pack have been referred to as Reds or Rouges by the locals for as long as we can remember, they didn't know or chose to fo
Beau We all stopped in our tracks. Jaws slack as her picture came up on the screen in one of those lacey poor excuses for a dress she had talked about. She was younger, the white lace tight to the narrow pinch of her midsection snug to the flare of the curve of her hips, with a slit so high I doubted she was wearing underwear. The heels of her shoes were so tall and narrow it was a wonder how she could stand. Her cleavage defied gravity as it strained against the sweetheart neckline, where her hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders. Eyes looking down, lost, empty, her face reserved, resigned. That girl looked like death walking compared to the woman who now resided at home. I vaguely remembered Louis muttering shit. And a sharp whining sound in my head before old man Beauregard poked me with his cane. "Move along Reds, lines moving. "Those of us in the pack have been referred to as Reds or Rouges by the locals for as long as we can remember, they didn't know or chose to fo
BriBastain grunted unloading a massive bag of potatoes. "Wyatt's gonna bust a nut when he sees this. He's always said no pets, they are just more mouths to feed." he said looking down over her shoulder at the chick in her hand. "They ain't pets Bas, they are egg layers and you leave him to me, think of a future with fresh eggs on hand for breakfast and vegetables he no longer will have to buy. I think it will outweigh his previous assumption that they are 'pets'. He just needs a lil convincing," I said with a smile, giving the chick a peck on the head and putting it back in the box. I gave Beau a massive grin, pinching his cheek on my way to reconfiguring the cabinets to fit the spoils."Y'all go get those books, we can make project plans while I cook." Bas sat at the table troubled, while the other two ran back to the boat to get their bags and books. "What is it Bas?" I asked, feeling his eyes on me. "Why do you always have to make so much sense? This whole time I was fretting ov
Bri I never really realized when it manifested anymore. As darkness fell and my eyes failed me it just came into existence now like a habit, like some restless tick. The magic obliging my senses. Beau had his ass propped against the back of the couch, his shirt was gone, and the view was scrumptious as always. But the look on his face told me we had a heavy talk, inbound. I sighed propping my hip against the counter. "Time for porch talk?" I asked. Nodding towards the door. So far all our heavier conversations had happened on the porch or the connecting dock. Being inside just made me feel like a cornered animal. So I preferred it that way. He nodded as I watched him gracefully stride across the kitchen and pull a short glass and a bottle of whiskey. I swallowed hard as I listened to the scrape of the opening bottle and the scent of the liquor hitting my nose. My mind drifted to dark times. My body had once been owned, my mind and magic wavered on that thought until a large warm hand
Bri He poured another glass offering it to me. I took it and held it before me. Memories of Silas skirting my memory, they seemed foggier now, I dreamt more about Draven's unwanted advances. I had come to realize I didn't want to know all the things the girl had blocked out. A lifetime of therapy wouldn't heal that constant paranoia and I hated that I felt like every time it creeped up on me that I was letting him win. Silas, on the other hand, was an odd duck. His fingers lingered on scars, they didn't wander. If he was present I was at least safe from everyone else. I could handle Silas. I had made sacrifices of myself to do it, but I managed. I couldn't figure out what I was missing and the scent of whisky had me going down a rabbit hole I don't think my mind was capable of processing right now. 'You have survived another day little bird,' why would he say that? Why at the end if it all had he passed me off to Andy and Trent after years of posessively insisting it was his right t