All Chapters of Heart of the Bayou Beasts: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Beau“Mates?” she asked. “My mother and father were fated mates, sounds a lot like what you say the witches had in the beginning. They were the first fated mates to our pack in 50 years. Wyatt’s parents were a chosen couple, as wolves, when those kinds of bonds are made in love, losing the other half is a death sentence. Even though his mom was never made a wolf she passed from a broken heart,” I admitted. “Where are their mothers?” I shook my head and sighed. “They couldn’t hack red werewolf kids. We had a 4, 2, and 6-month-old at 15 and 17. Wyatt gave up everything and even made me finish school while he battled the courts to get the boys for us legally. Not to mention dealing with the Beast he inherited without any guidance.” She let a tear fall. “So they have been yours since then and nobody else has helped you?” She asked. “Yes,” I answered simply. She got very quiet before she spoke again. “All I ever wanted when I was little was for my mother to want or approve of me. She

Wyatt“She is some kind of very powerful witch. For now, she stays until it is safe for her to leave or until we decide differently.” Something ticked hard in my chest as I let the words out. “That being said, I expect you to watch your manners, women require treading a bit more carefully around than you are used to with each other. Be respectful, and do not ask too many questions. It's okay to talk to her, but she's been through a lot, get to know her, not where she came from.” I advised. The younger two scrunched up their faces and Bastain narrowed his eyes at me. “Let's just say I already had to apologize myself for digging in too deeply to her past and it's not something I want you boys having to think too hard about. Not everyone, even people in pretty houses, with maids and cooks have happy pasts. Stick to what she openly wants to tell you. Poking your nose where it doesn't belong is rude and I don’t think you’ll like her response.” They all looked at each other nervously. “W

WyattBeau didn’t get it and he wouldn’t unless I elaborated and that wasn’t going to happen, words couldn’t describe what encompassed the allure I felt for this woman. So it was all right by me that he remained in the dark for the time being. I wasn’t saying shit. I finished seasoning the meat we would smoke and the strips we would turn into jerky and washed my hands as Beau stacked them up. We each took a pile covering the top with an empty sheet to keep the flys off. Bri came around the corner at that moment, her caramel hair brushed, fluffy waves framing the soft curves and angles of her face and the long length of it hanging down to the small of her back, perfect for wrapping around my fist and,___ Moon above I needed to get my head somewhere else.“I’ll clean up in here for you,” she said propping her hip against the counter and leaning into it, she flipped a tress back, exposing the milky pale shoulder that the neck of my shirt fell off of, and the all too pronounced collar b

“Apparently I left a door open and your Alpha was able to see into my mind when the old lady came to me, that was new, with the girl I just see a few memories through her eyes, whatever my magic was cooking up out there in that little boat for three days is still yet to be known. However, his ability to enter my mind space means he has his own mental abilities.” I admitted to him.He seemed to consider what I said. “I’m gonna go find some things so you can shower, it may take me a few.” He said before excusing himself. I shook my head and took this as my one moment to take a ‘break,’ I went to the bags I still left in the hall trying not to be presumptuous as they wanted me to take the space they had put me in and grabbed a joint and went out front bags in tow I had things to air out and things to hopefully rinse out in the shower. They left behind a wet spot on the wooden floor.I took them outside and pulled out the bags, opening the one that had gotten a little moisture in it, open

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