BriannaOn the trek to the shower, I noticed the ancient cypress trees that towered high above us, they were a majestic atonement to the land we stood on. The drone of cicadas and the birdcalls were a settling harmony, magic humming in contentment. “Look,” Wyatt said. If a big grump of a guy could have nerves that was exactly what I heard in his voice. I looked at him expectantly, pausing on the trail. He looked at me over his shoulder a moment before grabbing my bags from me. “I can carry those myself you know?” I said as he scratched the back of his neck before speaking. “I know but you don’t have to. I just wanted to let you know if you don’t want to come to dinner with us and the boys it’s fine.” “Are you relinquishing your invitation?” I asked. “No no. No” He backpedaled. “I just wanted you to know that for our pack anyone we bring to the heart of the island becomes as good as pack, for however long you are with us and if ever you return in the future as long as we are on go
Slipping into Wyatt's bedroom I pulled on my underwear and folded the leggings, putting them on the chair. I tested my sneakers, still squishy with water I sighed. My body was clean but my feet were filthy. Brushing my hair out and french braiding it around the back and to the side I forced myself to look at my gaunt face in the mirror. It was worse than when I had left New Orleans, those three days had physically sapped me. The dark puffy half-moons under my eyes, I was used to. The dress hung more loosely than before, and the angles of my face were sharper. My eyes however had a silver light cast within the greens and blues of my irises faint but unearthly like the light of the chi in my chest watched through my very own eyes. It usually only did this when it was raging. It seemed that if I ever went out into public again I’d be one of those people wearing sunglasses inside. I mentally picked myself up from the thoughts going through my head and moved into the kitchen. I decided to
Bri“Try me,” I said. They looked at each other. “And don't talk in your heads or I will have to delve where I don’t want to. And Yes I can do that,” I said, meeting Wyatt's eyes. They both breathed out. “I don't know why I can sense you so strongly besides the fact The Beast has claimed responsibility for you.” Wyatt said. Beau let his hand fall and backed up, shoving his hands in the pockets of those low-slung jeans again. I tore my eyes up to Wyatt ignoring the amount of skin and hard muscle displayed before me, just barely. My fingers flexed, resisting the sudden urge to run my fingers slowly through the dusting of hair across his chest. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. Their eyes followed the movement, the air thick with intensity.My back was to the counter and I instinctively hopped my butt up on it, giving me a few more inches between us. My knees were drawn together vulnerable in the dress. I didn't know in this instance who was the beacon, the lure. I forced myself
Bri “I better get cooking,” I said, changing gears and subjects. “Sure,” Beau said, rolling his eyes. “Stubborn Alphas,” he mumbled. I squinted looking up at him. He raised his hands in surrender. I shook my head, grabbing the spam and rice. Once I had it simmering, I started mixing the cornmeal and canned corn and adding seasoning. I turned to Beau watching over my shoulder, “I know there's milk somewhere, I need a bit?” He nodded, taking his leave out the back. I realized with cautious nerves I was listening for his movements out the back door and I could hear them as the fridge door opened and closed. His footsteps were almost inaudible but the lack of creaking floorboards had the hairs on my arm standing on end. When he came back my mouth must have been ajar. “What?” He asked, crinkling his forehead and the space over his nose between his eyes, adorable. “I...I shouldn’t have been able to hear you in the fridge,” my eyes were like saucers. He looked at me like I had 5 head
BriMy eyes strayed too long on Beau’s rear in those well-worn holey as hell, or were they hot as hell jeans? As he made his way out the back. I had never had much time or energy to appreciate the opposite sex, so maybe it was just my hormones making up for lost time. I shook my head at myself, down girl. It seemed werewolves had a too-hot-to-handle gene that I was susceptible to.It was while I was deep in introspection staring at and poking at the corn fritters till they were golden and sprinkling a little extra goodness over the top that the scent of clean water and soap hit my nose as a different presence came up behind me. Why was it so easy for them to sneak up on me? It was like my magic didn’t even measure them as a slight threat. “Smells divine,” Wyatt’s voice gritted out, his breath whispering over my ear as he stood over me from behind. My head tilted to the side of its own accord leaving my neck open to him. He inhaled deeply, his nose ghosting along the length of it, his
Wyatt I don’t know what it was that had brought me to her when she fell apart. Something called me to her and as the skies darkened out of nowhere, I was inclined to quicken my pace. Holding her sobbing body ate something deep in my chest. She had had no one and, yet, she had said one thought led her down whatever rabbit hole she entered. I wanted to lay waste to those who had wronged her, wipe away her tears, and devour those beasts of her past as she vowed I would. I had held her just long enough to get her bearings. Beau who had been called to her similarly left to monitor the pieces she picked up of herself and shoved deep down to maybe deal with one day. I wanted to make her whole, but I couldn’t bear to get much closer than I already was. Unbidden I had already given her a vital part of me, one I couldn’t ever fully retrieve in this life, I couldn’t risk more. When we made it through the trail to the heart of the island I entered the circle of land and stepped aside. She pause
Wyatt When the food was eaten and the leftovers properly put away, Beau took the dishes back to the cabin and Bri perched herself, half lounging on the bench swing. The boys had run off to their house on some kind of mission as I scraped the grill clean. ”You've raised some good young men there, Alpha," she said, disturbing the quiet night air. An owl sounded not far off. I wasn’t used to the compliment so I just responded with. "They’re behaving themselves tonight, I'm sure the spell of having company will soon fade and the antics will pick back up in no time." I put the scrapper away crossing my arms over my chest. "Thank you for offering to help the boys, you didn't have to do that. I'm afraid my schooling skills are rusty and Beau nearly flunked out of high school. It was everything I could do to get him to finish. Honestly, they don't usually ask for help and I'm surprised that they admitted they were struggling." She shrugged. "I'm happy to help them if I can. I need so
BeauBri drifted off after finally losing the battle with sleep she had been waging for hours. The boys packed up their instruments and headed home to bed. I looked over at her nestled into Wyatt's side. The lines of her face softened and relaxed with sleep. Her arm had bent and now rested over his across her middle, absent-minded fingers circling his wrist. Her legs curved over my lap and seemed to have tucked around my waist gripping me in place with her feet braced against the back of the swing's seat. Her ass snugly pressed into my side.'Are we waking her?' I asked as we sat in the quiet of the night swaying on the swing bench. 'No, the more rest she gets the better, I'll carry her back,' he said before turning and scooping her up like nothing more than a coat. When he stood, I followed. I shook off the lack of feeling her warmth against me. I couldn't describe the feeling if I tried, something hallowing in my chest. Scowling, I grabbed the bag of empty wrappers the boys had demo
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