All Chapters of Heart of the Bayou Beasts: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

BriWhen Beau went to get Wyatt I was cooking up a storm. My stomach filled with butterflies and my anxiety left me perplexed. I'd taken a few more liberties than I probably should have. Though if I have to say I never anticipated Beau bringing the chicks home. We had gathered enough supplies to create a coop for them. I just hoped he wasn't angry with me. My nerves had me battling my discomfort, that reminder just making it even worse. The heat of the day was amplified in the small house by the heat of the stove and oven. After Beau left I had tied up my tee, exposing my midriff, in an effort to seek relief. My hair was thrown up in a high ponytail, sweat ran down the center of my back. The old pair of cut-off shorts did little to properly cover my 'assets' however, any more coverage on the unbearably humid late September day and I'd be wilted beyond functionality.Tonight was catfish etouffee. I'd been working the beans and rice from scratch since this morning, fresh bread was cook

Wyatt I had planned on maintaining a sense of distance when I got home but that all fell apart the second I'd seen the emotion on her face over a dog. I didn't care if it destroyed me. I'd let her bleed out my heart and walk away. Beau had told me what she had told the boys and now we knew some of what she hadn't said. Now aware of how detrimental leaving a coven of that size without a compass, let alone a council seat. New Orleans and the surrounding area would be in complete chaos without someone focusing and policing that power. It would be bad for all the supernaturals in the area. She had to go back, no matter how well she fit into our world. Even though she may very well want to be a part of it and we wanted her to be here with us. Brianna had to rule her world just like I had to rule my own. Fate was stupid like that. Until she was ready, we would be that family, we would let her love us, and we would weather the loss of that love when she was no longer with us. The hard part

Wyatt I had planned on maintaining a sense of distance when I got home but that all fell apart the second I'd seen the emotion on her face over a dog. I didn't care if it destroyed me. I'd let her bleed out my heart and walk away. Beau had told me what she had told the boys and now we knew some of what she hadn't said. Now aware of how detrimental leaving a coven of that size without a compass, let alone a council seat. New Orleans and the surrounding area would be in complete chaos without someone focusing and policing that power. It would be bad for all the supernaturals in the area. She had to go back, no matter how well she fit into our world. Even though she may very well want to be a part of it and we wanted her to be here with us. Brianna had to rule her world just like I had to rule my own. Fate was stupid like that. Until she was ready, we would be that family, we would let her love us, and we would weather the loss of that love when she was no longer with us. The hard part

BeauI had managed to make it on time barely, I had also nearly lost my life a few times weaving in and out of traffic but nobody else had to know that. I parked in the lot with the other roughneck vehicles, grabbed my bag, and quickly threw the cover that I kept in the compartment under the seat with the helmet I kept it around in case I gave a girl a ride. I dumped my bag on my bunk and hung up my father's jacket. Like Wyatt, it was one of the few things I had kept of his.When I Pushed through Connor's office door I walked in on them arguing about me being late when I wasn't. I squared off at the young buck of a future Alpha and cocked my head."Got something to say? Let's hear it," I said as I casually crossed my arms over my chest, the Beta of a Rougarou had a higher rank than this Alpha's spawn. He attempted to hold my stare but couldn't bear it, looking away and cursing on the way out the door. He wasn't even the Luna's rightful son. He was just his father's bastard and from w

WyattThe sound of her voice soothed The Beast, each night she curled up with us and read and I found myself settled and content in those moments my mind on the story and not what couldn't be. Her cycle had finished and her mood picked back up. I watched her work with the boys on their homework without frustration and confusion, always relating things to something they could grasp if they did not understand. I even had messages from the boy's teachers about the strides they were making. However, there was one from Bastian's Algebra teacher that had me fuming. She on more than one occasion had asked him if he needed help with anything to which he had just shrugged off and disappeared.It was Friday the boys clamored off the boat and the smells of Bri's cooking wafted up from the house."Claude, Lou, go put your bags up and wash up for dinner. Bas went to follow."Not so fast Bas," I said, clamping him on the shoulder. He stilled and looked over his shoulder at me wearily."What's up W