All Chapters of Heart of the Bayou Beasts: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

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

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

Bri The images in my dreams drifted from dancing to spunky cajun ballads under the light of the moon, the joy and energy seeping into my soul, the feeling of being whole. Before fading into flashes of predatory eyes and landscapes of swamp land, its history mapping out over time, ever-changing except for one thing, something pulsing deep down in the depths of the water calling me. Like the power pulsing in my chest 'thump, thump, thump,' drums pounding, the sound vibrating through my being. I felt the breeze as my body swayed and reverberated the sound into movement. My chi swelled and something in my head throbbed a blinding light behind my eyes that grew and grew until the smell of whisky hit my senses. Instinctively everything within me recoiled into the shadows of my being and a memory sifted through the cracks of my subconscious, something inky and slimy like a sludge seeping forward taking the landscape's place. The light of my chi, my power drew within its broken cage. I

WyattI just wanted to turn tail and insist I make the couch work or shift into my wolf. This was a bad idea. The only reason I didn't is because halfway to the bedroom her hesitant steps grew determined and her spine seemed to steel at the challenge. I wasn't going to puss out."What side do you want?" She asked as she put her things away. I'd clear her some space for her things tomorrow. I considered the question having never slept with anyone. The few encounters I had were just that and nothing more than, no reason to cozy up in bed for the night. This couldn't be anything I wouldn't let it be anything. However, my qualms with the intimacy of sleeping with anyone were lost when it came to her. With her, I craved closeness which is why I should just stop this now, but maybe mastering it was better. If she was going to be here for a while or preferably if she could be swayed forever if she wanted to. I'd have to get over my yearning obsession. It was just sleeping. Very very close,