MasukBrianna has held it together on the outside. Claiming her seat on the council of witches in New Orleans and rocking the political world of the witches of North America. She is a force no witch wants to be against and weeding out the allies from the foes is no easy task. On the inside however, she is falling apart at the seems for the choices she's made and the war within her forces her to face the pain she's caused to those she loves most in this world. Wyatt and Beau haven't taken her absence well, as they attempt to move on in life, both struggle to maintain their brotherhood as they each drown in their heartache and own vices. That is until a lone figure on a dock changes everything. The Rouge Bayou Pack is about to change forever. They won't be keeping their heads down anymore. How will they juggle the turmoil the witches bring them and the pack they have such a long history of conflict with. Are their friends really their friends and what new enemies lie ahead. As hearts heal ,love is tested. Storms come and the aftermath bubbles over into both worlds. They are surrounded but together their hearts are stronger to weather it all together. More monsters are born of the Bayou's ancient power. An old enemy harbors a truth, one unfathomable. The news they have brought elicits Wyatt's rage. As the High Priestess rises so does the Rougarou Enemies beware.
Lihat lebih banyakBook 2
Chapter 1
5 months later- July
Bri
The Louisiana sun shone too brightly as I opened my eyes. I could feel the hardness of the docks beneath the blanket under my back, a copy of Watership down in my hands, my head resting comfortably on what felt like Wyatt’s thick thigh as Beau's hand idly ran up and down my leg. I knew the feel of my men, the safety and security of their presence. I hummed contentedly. The cicadas were droning in the background and a Barred Owl called. I could hear the boys roughhousing far off. I set the book aside my hands trailing over my enormous stomach and I smiled, beaming with the tranquility of it all. I felt a kick against my palm and then another.
Snatching up their hands I pulled them to the swell of my stomach two familiar sets of adoring eyes on handsome rugged faces met mine.
“Ya know,” Wyatt said, his hand grazing my jaw as he tilted it in his direction, “I thought you were beautiful before, now all of this world’s beauty doesn’t compare to you. He kissed me deeply, lovingly, passionately as he pulled me gently up to sit. Beau’s hand skimmed higher up my leg the fabric of the skirt bunching as he did from where he sat shirtless beside me.
“I think we should practice,” his eyes were predatory and his voice ended in a growl.
“Practice what?” I asked, leaning into Wyatt as I faced Beau.
“Keeping you in this exquisite condition,” he growled and Wyatt growled with him in agreement. That sounded like a lovely way to spend a lazy afternoon. Beau’s hand inched up my leg as Wyatt’s mouth grazed up my neck. The sensations of their energies pulsing through me. I was lucky, oh so lucky.
“Bri!” Claude’s voice called in alarm. I started to my feet, my men assisting me. Our eyes looking for him.
“Bri!” or was it Lou?
“BRI!” the word started in Bastian’s voice but ended in Zoey’s. I gasped awake, startled, staring around at the strange room. It was all a dream. I sobbed and Zoey wrapped around me rocking me. Every morning was like this: the world of my loves was ripped away by my duty to this world. Always tore them away, testing their tethers to my heart. My hands found my flat stomach and I sobbed again.
“It was a dream Bri, it wasn’t real,” Zoey tried to help me rationalize as she gripped my cheeks and looked into my eyes. What was happening to me? The grief was heavyweight throughout the day but at night the memories and want of them tangled with my dreams. They became more and more vivid as the weeks passed by. My lip trembled and a few more tears fell.
“What was it?” Zoey asked, wiping the tears away. There was no hiding how torn up I was as I forced the words out of my mouth.
“I was pregnant, and they were so happy, we were happy,”
“Bri,” Zoey breathed, pulling me to her again.
“There has to be a way, a way to do both Bri, if this is what it's like for you, What do they feel?”
“Just an echo Zoey,” I assured her as I tried to assure myself. “Until they forget me, it was my soul that initiated the tether, it is my burden to bear. They can’t be safe if anyone knows what they mean to me.”
“We can be careful, hide it, they don’t ever have to come here.”
“No Zoey, it's too risky," I said, as I pulled away from her and slid out of bed. I shrugged out of Wyatt’s shirt leaving it on the bed as I walked naked into the bathroom to wash the sweat off my skin. It was a particularly balmy August and I had opted to leave the balcony door open as opposed to turning on the air conditioning. The only things to survive my destruction when I combusted after they left were the things touched by them. The memories and the items I had pilfered to hold onto the last threads of… us. The pull on my heart had been too great; the light had clawed its way out and burned. The girl's books, the records, the player and the clothes that had been in the closet including the ones on my back had all instantly ignited in my path and fallen to dust the windows had blown out with my screams, no longer able to silence the pain that radiated from within. The locks melted in the door as Andrew tried to break it down with Trent. They couldn’t get to me, nor could their voices make me see sense, until Zoey.
Bri“Thats the thing, I don’t rightly know.” I clocked in for my shift and ran into that tattooed guy who left the flyers I told you about. The next thing I knew, it was two days later, and I was floating in the middle of the bayou on my boat with no recollection of what happened.” We stared at each other for a long moment before I pulled away and sat next to Sadie on the bench seat.He inhaled. “Seems those Reds finally saw sense and tied you down.”“Honestly, it was me who needed to see sense. They never wavered.” I let him know as I considered the predicament he was in. Beckum hadn’t fully pulled his threads out of Sean. It was reckless and stupid and exactly what a pissed-off Beckum would do in case he needed him again…but then I killed him. This poor man was lost, but this wasn’t the place to handle it. He pulled the rope and started the engine.‘Relax,’ I told the unsure Sadie. ‘I know what happened to him, I’m going to have to fix it.’Several minutes later, we were halfway hom
BriWe were having a quiet lunch in the dining hall when Camilia’s arrival was announced. I almost sent Zoey and Sadie out of the room but thought better of it.I nodded for Cullum to let her in. The older woman eyed us all shrewdly as nobody stood marking their respect. Everyone here knew I was the real council. I only tolerated the existence of what remained of the old one to ease discourse. Slade’s ring felt heavy on my finger as I eyed her and she huffed her distaste for the lack of respect.“Your father would be disappointed in your lack of respect for a council member.” she sneered.“My father I'm sure, even from the grave, realizes the blind eye every one of you took to my suffering. He would also realize as I think you should that you are no longer a true member of the council. I simply tolerate you and allow you to call yourself one to save me another headache,” I reminded her.“You claim you run the council but you have yet to align yourself to another coven in order to stre
BriSlade sat at the dining table already, his posture relaxed. A small velvet box was on the table next to his empty plate. Dinner was waiting in covered dishes across the table as instructed; I didn’t want this meeting to be interrupted. “Priest Slade,” I nodded to him as I passed, taking my own seat. Andrew hovered by the door, and I felt a zap of energy. Sadie blinked, glanced at me in surprise. I just gave her a soft shake of my head, not to mention it. Everyone sat and the room became immediately awkward. My jaw ticked. Might as well address the elephant in the room. I reached for the nearest covered tray.“Lets get our plates filled and Priest Slade can inform us of his decision while we eat. I was trying to take some of the pressure off. Everyone moved to do something with themselves and fill their plates except for Slade. Our eyes met across the table.“I agree, with conditions.” He said as I set the bowl of jambalaya before me and gave him my attention as did the others.“I
BriI had let Sadie sit on the sidelines today, let her observe what her Luna did as High Priestess. The two eastern covens had argued over the fact that one wanted to purge and bind their young male witches, and the other opposed it. I found the idea insane. However, there were covens that favored sexes. I let them argue with each other before I cleared my throat.Priestess Jillian, the one wanting to purge her males, was fuming.“So you want to procreate with males because you cannot otherwise acquire growth, but you want to reject the children born that do not suit your interests?” She was playing with the wrong person here. I had been a castaway baby. She may not have done her research; that was her fault. The room became hushed. “These young men have presided in your coven for all these years, presumably nurtured by your teachings, and you want to dispel them? It makes me wonder what kind of life they have lived under your control. Feminism has its place in our world; however, if
BriSadie was taking everything very well. I eyed her. I had said it was time for my pack to stop letting themselves be pushed around, and I meant it.“Ya know, I made that pathetic excuse of a man piss himself twice?”“Who?”“Your sperm donor.”The girl's eyes widened. I shrugged.“His time on thi
BriAfter lunch, I felt more focused. They followed me without a word as I strode into the empty hall. I should be judging grievances, my shoulders sagged as I turned on them. “What’s this about?” I demanded answers…NOW.“We didn’t know how you would be coming back to us,” Andrew admitted. “I had Z
BriI dozed off at some point. It had been late morning when they were finally finished with me. A nudge on my consciousness had my eyes flying open. I pushed up from the rock hard pillow of Beau’s chest. Someone was coming. I reached out with my senses. They had just crossed the territory line. Th
BriBeau had always been a sweet, generous lover. Kinky for sure, but I didn’t know what to do with the man who grinned back at me menacingly and began delving into every single thing he had learned about my body, and then some. My legs tightened around him as he sucked on my earlobe. I desperately






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