Brri Wyatt took in my words considering. “What exactly is this soul bond,” Beau asked. The Alpha narrowed his eyes. I sighed, wishing there was a way around the explanation. “The soul bond was a natural thing in the times of our beginnings. We, as witches, were once cosmically matched by the mother goddess, over time as we spread across the world finding those matches as they can come from any type of people, whether ordinary humans or other ancient races became difficult. In times of crisis and for those looking for power, forced bonds began taking place. Whether they were attempting to create stronger witches through selective breeding or manifest great power to take down armies. Kindred bonds were one thing, those that were chosen grew into what my father would describe as the beauty of communal spirits. While forced bonds made the magic chaotic and unpredictable. Wars happened, many died and there are scriptures among old grimoires that talk of them all eventually going mad, and
Wyatt “Baise moi, (Fuck me)” I spat out as she flew past me, slamming the door behind her with a gust of wind. “Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas chez toi mec, (What the fuck is wrong with you man.)” Beau shouted at me. Well, he had certainly changed his tune since last night when he was pushing me to interrogate her, saying I was pussy footing around. I had just opened a deep wound and there wasn’t much I could say to make things any better. “I don’t know what's wrong with me. I had to know, he had to know.” Now the Beast, who was bordering on rage, was pushing me to go after her to try to fix it. He was distraught. It had been his pushing at me, making it unbearable not to demand the answer to that question I wished I hadn’t asked. Beau shook his head at me. “You pushed her too far, she fucking begged you. She stood there like a wounded animal and you just ripped her in two. Have fun fixing that.” He said pointing to the door. “She's been living with that shit for years, Wyatt, years kno
Wyatt ‘Oh, there she is,’ an older woman’s voice filtered through my mind. ‘Safe and sound but a little pissed off. Tell me Mother Moon, was it him?’ the old woman asked. ‘Wh-who are you?’ Bri’s voice echoed back. The strain of her emotions evident even in this, what was it? Mind space? ‘Never mind about me, I’m not important yet., just checking in, you dropped off my radar. No matter, you’re right where you need to be missy. Took you long enough too. Don’t worry too much about your Alpha, they all get their panties in a bunch when, well some things are better left to be discovered. In the meantime, you two play nice, maybe start over, that was foul play Alpha,’ Was this really happening? "Yes it is Alpha, but you better get back and be ready to catch her. Emotional instinct magic is draining and she's still recovering from her first ascension.’ With that, the woods faded away and my senses returned to the swamp. The second my mind reconnected with my body I my arm went aroun
Beau “Shit!” I tried to warn Wyatt back as the vortex of wind whipped around Bri but he didn’t listen. I watched them as they seemed to freeze in time, stuck in the eyes of the tempest that was Brianna. I watched as my Alpha gingerly leaned in whispering words I couldn’t hear. Watching her respond to him from afar was mind-blowing. The man I knew showed no interest in women, I didn't think he knew how. Sure, over the years he got his cock wet a few times between here and there and there and here, but it was never anything more than a release. This one he was zeroed in on. The softness of his touches, the consideration of his support for her. Why she seemed to have forgiven him so easily I didn't know, but something had happened or was happening between them. “What was that?” I asked as I held open the door and he helped her inside. "I'm sorry I’ve never lost control like that before.” Her haggard voice provided. “Thank the goddess that didn't happen in New Orleans,” she mumbled,
“You saw her? I heard you, she talked to you.” She interrogated looking at Wyatt. “Yes,” he admitted to her. “What's going on?” I interjected. “One moment he's an Alpha-hole and you're a damn torrent of wind and the next. I don't know what I just witnessed.” They both looked at me and then each other.It was Brianna who spoke, “Sometimes in order to control things, I go within myself. Usually, I see a girl's memories. They are very soothing, calm moments from a girl I’ve never met. She's still quite young. Nothing like today has ever happened, she’s never interacted, this was different. I don't know who that was, but she felt like me, like the girl feels when I see her. Like she's kin to me or something.” Brianna tried to explain “Who, who was,” I was utterly lost and confused.Wyatt responded this time. “Somehow when I gripped her shoulder I could see what she saw through the other person’s eyes. An older woman on a porch looking at a forest, She claimed to be checking in, and sai
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
WyattI stalked across the island over to the boy's stilt cabin. It was bigger, and a little more homey, than ours with Beau’s mother’s touches. My mom had been more of a plain Jane kind of human woman, quick to bite when you did wrong and her praise wasn’t easy to win. All the same, I missed her just as much as I missed Beau’s mom. Even her haphazard dinners and lack of putting any effort into the finer parts of life, she was simple and practical, gave no shits , yet was easygoing all at the same time. ‘Pick your battles wisely Wyatt, or the world will eat you alive," she once told me. I wish I had remembered that 45 minutes ago. My mom wasn’t a Luna, being a ‘Rougarou’s Luna,’ meant the Rougarou found and chose his goddess-chosen match without knowing if the bond was there or not. The only way to find out for sure was to do the mate rite under the full moon when The Beast was most forward. We often found ourselves paired with chosen human mates, but changing them was possible and
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