All Chapters of Heart of the Bayou Beasts: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

BeauWhen we came to the warehouse district where the floats were held Zoey started explaining all the preparations they had made for the parade and how everything would go down I just trailed Bri who had Wyatt’s Jacket slung over her shoulders. He pretended it was to protect her from the chill and not the roving eyes of all of New Orleans. She saw through him and placated him by not saying anything. Me, I was keeping my eye on her rear the way her bustle swayed and her tiny heels cracked. I wanted them digging into my shoulders while I pile drove into her. I didn’t get the point of this parade. It was some sort of statement I supposed but I just wanted my woman while I had her.When the floats started lining up Bri went to dump the jacket in Zoey’s car. “How am I supposed to get through this night knowing all of New Orleans has seen her like that?” Wyatt sighed, his eyes trained on her like a watchdog ready to lunge. Isaac who had a foe fur cape and a top hat on along with some pain

BeauI chuckled as I leaned against Zoey’s car. They took the walk of shame with pride but I decided not to mention her skirt was still off-kilter, as tempting as it was to get that death glare, I didn’t need the world to know how exposed she had just been. However, Zoey and Issac shared a look before Issac whistled loudly.“Girl I can just tell that man rearranged your insides in all the most sinfully pleasing ways, your beaming.” He didn’t say it quietly either as other parade attendants looked over curious for the tea.“Since you are so well cared for, my friend, you won’t mind sharing this guy?” Issac asked a pout on his face, draping his arm over my shoulders. Bri narrowed her eyes, pulling away from the safety of Wyatt’s side, her fingertips linking with his as she pulled them both up to me. She reached up her slender hand and gripped the back of my neck firmly before she pulled me down for a smoking hot kiss. When we parted Bri smirked at Issac.“Too bad for you I’m a greedy b

IssacI listened long into the night not disappointed at the sounds coming from the next room. Those three had something the rest of us could only dream of. I heard Mouse leave the room. I couldn’t imagine walking away from something like that. As I roused myself I knew my chair was more than a transformation device. It ws a cocoon making a caterpillar into a fucking butterfly. I was invested in not just the transformation but the story behind all the things I didn’t know. The scars on her back were just one layer to the tale I didn’t know needed telling before.I came out of my room to find Mouse and my sister cuddled on the couch, with cups of coffee in their hands. Whatever this task was I would be all in. The men came soon after and Bri stole the kitchen making bacon and eggs after asking Zoe if it was alright. Beau and Wyatt peaked into cabinets and started pulling out plates and things as she needed them, lining a tray with paper towels and washing things as she went. They simpl

WyattIssac took one look at her in that dress and whistled.“Fucks sake Mouse you are going to slay tonight.”He had no idea how true those words were. Bri paid Issac no never mind, she just stared at us tailored into our suits, a sexy smirk on her lips. Celeste’s apprentice Finnly ducked back into the shop with 3 small boxes. She had sent him to fetch them an hour ago but New Orleans was a swamp of people right now. The seamstress opened the smaller boxes and approached Beau and me. She handed one to Bri who looked down at the contents and smiled sadly. She pulled out the boutonniere approaching Wyatt, his hands sliding to her hips and pulling her into him. She reached up and gently pinned it in place at his lapel.“You clean up good Alpha,” she said, smirking up at him. She blinked tears back and he bent to seal his mouth over hers. He was gentle as their tongues caressed cherishingly. It was a loving kiss. Not the devouring ones he usually gave her and the room was still. Everyon

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