Beau,I came back after a long nearly two weeks of dodging Alpha and Beta holes and wanting to rip out throats. The second I walked into the house seeing Bri leaning over Bas as she guided him through some school work eased everything. I almost even failed to notice the valley I saw down her sports bra as she bent over him, her wild waves loose around her shoulders, covering scars that shouldn't be there. She hadn't left yet, she wasn't some dream and I was totally hogging her on the couch tonight with books. I wanted to know what she'd been reading when I was gone. Curious if she'd admit to reading the trashy historical romance I left mixed in the pile.After we demolished the pot of gumbo and rice she had cooked on the stove and things were cleaned up she settled on the couch and Wyatt left to make those territorial rounds he did each evening I plopped next to her on the couch moving her feet across my lap. And so we read and she told me about the books she had read steering clear
WyattThe Beast blocked me out as I tried to force my way through the chaos of energy discharging throughout our territory. My panic and distress were nothing to him as he glanced over our shoulder, towards the island, towards Bri, before he pursued his trekking around the swamp. The boys whined in protest, Beau elicited a short-lived snarl before The Beast projected his aura forcing everyone to comply. Heads down, ears slack, tails tucked. Whatever had overrode our orders in the past, was not at play here tonight. What did he know that I did not? The Beast more than liked Bri, she must not be in the danger I feared. Through The Beast's sight, I could see the waves of energy pulsing out from our island. I could feel a pull and vibration in our chest as the magnificent cadence of power ebbed, it radiated out into the farthest reaches of our domain, but the beacon of that tether tied to her, our temporary sanctuary.Finally, the monster eased his dominant aura and headed home, the earl
BeauI felt like I was in a trance, as I looked down at her. Each freckle, every relaxed line, and curve of her face. Why did I fucking care so damn much? I shouldn't care so fucking much. Where had this worry and need to ensure she was completely safe come from? She wasn't mine to worry over. With Wyatt home she was his responsibility, not mine, he had that legendary chemistry with her, though unspoken, it was obvious, even though nothing would ever come of it, because my brother was a stubborn fucking idiot, I couldn't compete with that, I didn't want to compete with that. She was just my friend, my cousin's, no, my brother’s epic, cast aside, love interest, nothing more to me but a chosen part of the family. I cherished her for that alone, she made us all better, more whole.As Wyatt wrapped his towel around his waist, I stood with her, ready to pass her back off. He just walked past me, gesturing for me to follow. Boo loyally came after as we went back to the house. He pulled back
Bri a few months laterCurled with Wyatt on a chilly early December morning, my breath matched with his, our heartbeats syncing. Too much, too close, but it felt so good to be held, to be cared for, to belong…as the weeks went on I found I couldn't control it anymore. Every touch, every stray caress branded me too deeply, they burned me with a yearning, one I hadn't been sure I would ever develop, after years of unsolicited touching, forced proximity, and the knowledge of what awaited me at the hands of those men.But these men, I undeniably trusted, were good men, men that the vengeful wraith I was, didn't deserve. It didn't stop me from wanting them. Stupid selfish whims that they were. I teetered on a precarious edge. Beau, or Wyatt, it didn't matter anymore, Wyatt was my sanctuary, a well of brute strength with a humble jaded heart, a leader that provided absolute acceptance from that heart. Yet, Beau had become my safe harbor, the one I confessed my past to, the one who listene
Bri “Oh fuck! Shit!” Beau's voice hollered, pulling me from the depths of my thoughts. His shout trailed from the dock to the side of the house. “Sug, come get this fucking bird!” He cried out, moving towards the back as I quickly dried my hands chuckling to myself. I made my way to the back porch where Wyatt was leaning up against the fence of the coop, a silent laugh shaking his shoulders as Beau shot by, chased by ‘Oh Henry,’ the now grown rooster. He was a proud bit of living poultry with bright shining feathers. However, it seemed he and Beau didn't see eye to eye. When Beau was out of earshot we found ourselves laughing out loud, at his expense. Boo sat at my feet thumping her tail as Bastain walked through the house with a large box, followed by Claude and Louis each carrying one of their own. “What's this?” Wyatt asked. “Oh, Zoey sent me some things, it's a surprise,” I said, my excitement bubbling up. “Can Y'all please go put them in the shed?” I asked. I snapped the t
Beau I heard their voices as I rounded the front of the house, having left our secret on the boat so I could smuggle it in without her knowledge. Usually, they were tucked in bed reading at this point or on the couch waiting for me, as I too loved listening to her read. It had begun to rain and the pitter patter of it on the tin roof drowned into the background as I honed my hearing to the pair.Their intensity was evident in their postures, arousal wafted off them in thick waves, scenting the air. I could not pull my eyes from them. My instincts were on full alert as Beta to my Alpha, but also in concern for her boundaries. This was a moment I'd been waiting for so long to happen between them. What would I do if my Alpha crossed a line she wasn't ready for? I watched his fingers flex as he drew her closer to him. Then he did something I never expected… he bared his neck. The razor gleamed in the light, as she took her time with each stroke, as if she had to battle herself for compo
Bri I felt like my heart was bleeding out of every crevice, between every thread holding it together. “I'm sorry my moonbeam, I have nothing more to offer you, who we are is never what we want it to be, we were both created to serve others, those are chains we cannot break, it's best not to fight for what could never be. Just know I will always hold you in my heart.” There was nothing to be said to that, he was right, and Beau? There was nothing that could be fixed. It was all doomed from the start. My stupid shattered naive heart. The rain beat down harder as I sobbed, sinking onto my knees in the middle of the island's heart. After everything I had been through, how had I allowed myself to let them burrow so deeply into me that the idea of living without them in the way I craved was like trying to breathe without air? Beau had seen, and he was angry with Wyatt, and he didn't even know why. I was already cleaving the bond they had in two. I couldn't keep on pretending, playing ho
BriGetting on Beau’s bike and moving further my eyes as the turmoil built, calling for something, someone to quell the racing thoughts, the vision of a stream running through a forest, over moss-laden rocks. “Mother moon, little sister can't help you here, such stubborn fools you all are running from your hearts.” the older woman's voice seemed transcendent in her mind. “But I can't stay,” I projected back to the woman I hadn't seen in months.“Sister, when there is a will there's a way, you have quite the handsome duo, might I say,” the old woman chuckled.“Sister?” I asked.“You will understand when the time comes Brianna Leblanc,” and then the old woman and her stream faded away.When I opened my eyes we passed a bus stop. We passed the second, I yelled.“What are you doing, Beau!” to which he simply revved the engine and shot around another vehicle. I wrapped myself tighter around him, my magic couldn't help me here short of cushioning the road rash I’d get from jumping off the
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