BriWhen we reached the parking lot of the small school, Bas threw his graduation cape over his shoulders and began fumbling with his tie. I took it from him and walked him through the steps as I tied it for him, just as my father had taught me. Why he taught me such a thing, I didn’t know, but right now I was glad for it. He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “Thanks, Mama,” he whispered before he took off to take his place. I stood stunned at the sentiment he offered me of all people. Even Wyatt and Beau paused with me before they guided me into a random spot on the bleachers. We didn’t comment on what Bas said, but my chest radiated warmth and longing. I saw Zoey and Trent eyeing the proceeds from down below and Boo sat dutifully at my feet. We sat through the ceremony in alphabetic order. With each name called the faster my foot tapped in anticipation and the closer Beau and Wyatt seemed to curl closer into me as we awaited Bastian’s name. When they called his name we all stood, ye
BriMy mind had raced since the encounter but the moment I’d stepped foot on the island the core within me had settled and the magic sang as it coursed relentlessly in my veins. Though I couldn’t get the girl’s eyes out of my mind, the act of making dinner relaxed me, allowing the fog I hadn’t realized I’d been carrying with me to ease. Out in the open with so many people there wasn’t much any of us could do. I’d bring it up after, well, everything else.Zoey and Trent sat at the kitchen table and Wyatt and Beau stood at my beck and call. Yet I moved through the kitchen, all eyes upon me not missing a beat as the heavy silence made the room suffocating for the rest.“I wouldn’t have believed it if I wasn’t seeing it with my own eyes,” Trent mused. Breaking the silence. I peered over my shoulder.“You should think before you ever doubt me,” I said, rolling my eyes. Wyatt’s and Beau’s brows raised.“They didn’t believe I could cook,” I let them know. They snorted in response.“Bri cooks
Chapter 15BriWe watched Zoey and Trent leave with a boat and I shook my head, she left me with no vices to get through this with them. In her mind, there was only succeeding. I felt that deep down though they had expressed their love I didn’t feel like I deserved it. We had piles of shit to weed through until I could allow them to make the final call but I caved once. Could I maintain the cage over my soul with the bond alive and in such close proximity? I was a ticking time bomb of spreading my legs and begging them to bite me. I didn’t know what to think of myself, or what they expected of me after a year. It had taken us so long to get to the point of intimacy and we hadn’t been together physically in over a year. I suppose honesty was the best policy. I had secrets that haunted me, I wasn’t the same woman who they left in New Orleans.I turned and walked inside, they trailed me and we all stood silent for a moment. I found myself fiddling with the folds of my dress, then I remem
BriWyatt and Beau chose to sit on the couch, leaving me space between them but I chose the old armchair that sat across from them. Where to start? I suppose the beginning would be best.“The day I sent you away, I knew what had happened shortly after I woke, our hearts, synced together. I sent you away knowing if you stayed any longer, if I told you, you would have solidified the bond and I couldn’t risk that, risk you and the boys not with the turmoil I knew the next months would wield. I felt the tether between us and though you accepted me the bonds were incomplete. As the central bond, I felt every feeling that spilled through you as if it were mine. When you exited New Orleans, My Chi exploded in a rage and agony at my betrayal of you and burnt my room to ash, the only remnants that remained were pieces of you. The clothes I kept, the bags we brought, the bed. If not for Zoey, I may have ignited the entire city.” I paused blinking back tears. “I could have killed everyone.”Wyat
BeauI meant what I told Wyatt, I had blamed him, where it wasn’t due. Right now all that mattered was her. Her healing, her working through everything she had suppressed alone without us over the last several months. She needed both of us and we had to be united together before she accepted us as hers fully. She had stripped herself before us admitting her guilt, and when her light had flooded me all I could remember was my love for her, for my brother, for our family. I had fallen to my knees and wept over her letter, over the life she wanted… with us. I had been such a stupid man and in the end, none of my bullshit mattered. My foul moods my victims at the underground fights or bars. I'd become a completely different animal. Not the man she knew, the man she loved. I should have known my woman, I'd been such a couyon, this last year being angry at the world she loved. It had just been too dim without her in it to see clearly. She'd been trying to protect her joy and I’d just said
BeauI was feeding the chickens when I stopped dead in my tracks and Sug stepped out the house's back door in that red dress and alligator boots. My mind circled back to the night she accepted us both as hers“Fuck me,” I groaned and she chuckled. Oh Henry, striding past the feed to greet her. She scooped up the vile bird and stroked his plumage. She laughed lightly at the look on my face.“I see you two are still on each other's bad list, she commented before setting him down amongst the flock. Her eyes scanned the birds a soft smile playing on her pouty lips.“I see regardless they have been well cared for,” she said grinning. It was a far cry from the utter devastation she had presented us last night. A glimmer of the Bri I knew shone back at me.“I figured you’d skin me alive if we didn’t,” I joked“You are not wrong,” she teased back. I stepped up to her.“You're trying to test my self-control in that dress,” I accused.“Blame your Alpha, he suggested it,” she grinned. Go figure,
BriTwo nights until the full moon and I stood staring at the stars. Beau walked up behind me enveloping me in his thick arms. I wore the loose dress I came in, my hair wound up into a colorful scarf. The steps Wyatt required me to take were odd in a way. He wanted Beau and I to tie together first. I wanted to gain the strength of the wolf before I mingled with The Beast and became Luna. It wasn’t what I had envisioned but there was no deviating from his plan, when I asked why we couldn’t just do it all together he referred to Mela and Jolene. He was scared, they hadn’t touched me more than intimate caresses, or trailing hands when kissing. I was already dying without them but he refused to simply link without “the safety” put in place.They knew the possibilities of linking with the wolf. How I may change or not. Would the goddess bless me with a wolf myself? Either way linking with Beau would make me stronger and he wanted me to have that strength before coupling with the unknown po
BriI stood in the kitchen making breakfast, Beau's shadow coming up from behind. His arms encircled me as contentment hummed throughout the fibers of my being. I felt different, lighter, something brewed inside me causing my senses to overload. My sight would suddenly sharpen, my sense of smell drawing me to experience the world differently. I moved the andouille and potatoes around in the pan. Beau kissed my almost healing mark that tied us together, and the sensations shot straight to my core.Since our claiming we’d both been flooded by specters of our former lives within our dreams. Different faces, different skins and yet my feelings for him were always the same. A pure love that had been earned and tried with the tribulations of life and the beauty of what lay within.His hands skimmed up and down my hips as Wyatt came through the front door. He’d avoided us the last two days and both men's lips rose up curling as their canines elongated. Their animals snarling within them. At