Brianna grew up among the socialites and the Occult of New Orleans. When her adoptive father dies when she is only 10 she discovers just how sinister her mother can be. Now 21 she is in a race against time to get out before the Vipers find out exactly what they are losing. So that one day she can return and seek the retribution owed for the death of her father and to keep his coven's legacy from falling into darkness. Following her fathers divine word as a seer she takes to the Bayou to discover "The Beast that is her heart," What she finds is a whole lot of testosterone and a struggling family trying to keep a foothold as their pack dies out. They too have a vendetta of their own, for an old wound that Brianna's presence dredges up in their hearts. Can Brianna avenge herself and her father? Can they each protect their hearts? Because there's more than one beast in the swamp that she is falling for. Will she choose wisely or will she even choose at all? Being tangled in a web of friendships, family and broken souls, will they find their way together? or will the Vipers devour her soul?
View MoreBeauIt was obvious Bri didn’t want to talk about whatever the things were that she couldn’t or didn’t want to remember but we all had to know what weapons in this battle could be used against her, we already knew she had been assaulted, that her memory couldn’t pinpoint for sure who had been the assailant. Yet, we all expected the man who forced his touch on her over and over again. She swore it couldn’t be Andy and that Silas or Beckham never crossed certain lines, that Beckham barely existed among them and Andy wanted nothing to do with her but she couldn’t be completely sure and when it came down to it, that would be Wyatt’s job to sort out. He would guide her hand with his ability to detect an individual's literal intent, but in my opinion, they should all be at the bottom of the swamp.It was when I asked her about the snake that's when she and Wyatt both swallowed hard and looked at each other before she began explaining all the ways she had tried to get away, affording her the
BriChristmas time was my father's favorite, he used to tell me about the fires the men and boys now erected near the water before we went on our evening fishing excursion. Boo was in charge, as my eyes and ears to protect our home. Her headspace was free to me and my decision had already been made to leave her behind when I left. she knew my heart better than I knew it myself, and would be the only way I could let a part of me remain here while the rest of me was forced to be elsewhere. The only way everything I cherished would be safe from the perils of witches' politics, was if they were together under her care. I could never let those witches know what these men and boys were to me and I was not putting another familiar at risk again. That loss along with my fathers had broken me and left me vulnerable to them. At least this way I would know they were OK, they were all that mattered, the only things that would keep my soul tethered to this world when I unleashed myself upon my opp
WyattIt was Christmas Eve and Bri was baking up a storm, the scent of it drove my stomach into knots. I had been charged with cleaning out the smoker and grill so we could entertain our ‘guests.’ I can’t say I was pleased to find out that an entire pack had been invited to tomorrow's Christmas dinner. Still, I tolerated the idea with mild grumpiness which got my cheek pinched and made her pretty eyes narrow at me in disapproval which forced my complaints to take a backseat. She made me feel like a toddler throwing a quiet tantrum in my mind as I set about the task with Claude as my helper. Only here because he got kicked out of the kitchen for nabbing one too many sweets. This evening we would set up the bonfires as tradition and go fish for more add-ins to the boil Bri would prepare along with the sausages and chicken I was to smoke. The butcher had looked at me like I’d lost my damned mind when I ordered the food—questioning my request twice to the point of annoyance. I’d used the
BriI was so ready for this, that my toes curled into the floorboards as his weight pressed against me. I waited, my breath bated with need, strained with the turmoil of anticipation. His big calloused hands skimmed the soft skin of my body and the ache was a pressure ready to boil over “Anyone tries to interrupt us, They’re getting an eyeful because there’s no way I'm stopping this time,” he growled against my cheek. A hand slipped between the fabric of my panties and I whined and I could feel his smile against my jaw.“I hope you're ready because I'm not holding back Moonbeam,” he swore.“Don’t you dare,” he paused.“Don’t I dare what woman?” he questioned as he spun me and my lusty eyes met his ravenous ones.“Don’t you dare fucking hold back on me Alpha,” I said, with conviction my finger poking his chest. Wyatt grinned menacingly before his hands found my ass and in one sure confident move had it resting on the counter.“You’re a naughty little witch, you know that?”“I've never
WyattBri had taken the middle seat and was tucked into my side, her head on my chest on the long highway home.“So Zoey?” I asked her knowing she was a right shade of tomato as she laughed into my chest.“She, she is my only friend. I mean I have Maggie too but she was also my boss and older. Zoey never asked me to explain, she's like something between human witches and the rest of us, she's how we should be. Wicked smart too and I would have never made it out without her. Gratitude swelled in my chest.“Then I am in her debt but I must say she talks to you like you are more than friends,” I admitted.“Well Zoey swings both ways, but I’ve never entertained the idea, I never thought I’d have the choice.”“And now that you do?”“I'm more than.” she cleared her throat, “Satisfied, with what we have,” she said looking anywhere but at me.“Not the least bit curious?” now that gave me a “what the actual fuck” face from her.“A girl is always curious but not to the point of ever acting on
WyattI felt like I was walking my Moonbeam across enemy lines as I struggled to refrain from tucking her into me and keeping up the ruse for the humans at least that one of the boys had come with me. The shifters would smell her a mile away once the wind shifted. We climbed up the steps to the trailer office Beau’s scent on his hoodie thankfully hid hers marginally as I rapped on the door. She leaned against the jam of the door still depicting that moody teenage angst. “Careful Ma’ Sha,” I murmured as I felt her agitation leak. She’d be walking in there guns blazing. An eerie glow sparked in her gaze as she glanced up at me from the shadow of that hood. It froze me in place. The door opened and Bri pushed past Conner inside he looked up at me before glancing back at Bri. One look and he turned to the guy inside and said.“We will discuss this later. I have an issue to take up here with Wyatt. The human stood from the seat barely giving Bri a glance before shying away from me on his
BeauIt had started not fifteen minutes after dumping my bag on my bunk. Well, our bunk, as we shared it with the rotations. Wolves did not like sleeping in the scent of people who didn't belong to their pack. It was just a convenience and a given but when the Bastard Alpha walked by me catching the scent of Bri and recognizing it. I came to attention. The more time we spent with someone the more their scent rubbed off on you and now that things had gotten sexual, and not the random lay I typically explored but one that was frequent and thorough. Not to mention that the way Wyatt and Bri had slept before sex had been enough intimacy to rub her scent off on him on a soul level. The exclusiveness just layered it on thicker. Shit was about to go down.I heard the strong inhale, as his footfall had stopped behind me. “What pretty little thing could have both Bayou Red boys wrapped up in her so tight her scent is ingrained in you?” he asked, bracing a hand on the bunk behind mine, Landry’
WyattThis is how I ended up growly and perturbed as my eyes scanned around while Lou jumped the dock and tied the boat off. Bri had her hair tucked under the hood of Beau’s oversized hoodie. Attempting to look small. She ducked her head tossing her bag over her shoulder, she even shoved her feet in a pair of Claude’s shoes which were two sizes too big. And looked little more than a teenager, boy or girl an outsider couldn't discern if it was Bri or Claude in those clothes. I searched for over-assessing gazes as Bri hopped expertly to the dock from the boat, she leaned casually against a pylon. We had argued about us both going. She was worried about the boys and so was I but it was safer to do this now before her mother realized she lost her bloodhound in the Bayou. Any meetings would have a very short window of safety before I insisted on a sort of shutdown where we monitored every person and thing just outside our territory and rebuilt the old defenses. Bri just followed me withou
WyattI had woken up to the smell of corn cakes, eggs, and bacon. Bris's pillow had been shoved in her place within my arms and I scowled. I sat up pulling on my sweats, grumpy for being deprived of my soul's sustenance so early. My stomach growled hungrily as I entered the kitchen, the hollow of it checking itself as I watched her bend to pull something out of the oven, in that damned short as hell, pale green nighty, if you could call it that, her ass exposed to me. Beau had brought her home the scrap of fabric while I was away. She set the cookie tray of biscuits on the counter and jumped when she saw me. She bit her lip and it had become apparent I was looking at her like an animal who would devour her. Those lips of hers parted, her eyes a lure that had urged me to stalk forward with a predator's gait.“You two are the only ones who can sneak up on me ya know,” she said, kicking the oven closed with a bare foot. As she attempted to steel her spine to her undeniable reaction to my
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