The hum of the sounds of nature droned in my ears, in my blood. I purposefully ignored his reaction. I didn’t want his pity. Yep, I was high and yes I was going to take another joint and light it. If nothing more than to distract myself from the topic. “You sure you don't want any? You’re awfully tense.” I asked, holding the other joint up, finally gaining the courage to glance back at him. To which he shook his head no. I gripped the box in my lap for a moment. “To Zoey and Maggie,” I said, lighting the 2nd. I called the fireflies of moonlight back, with a slight suggestion of my magic’s intent. They zoomed back, hoovering around us, lighting our space. Beau sat beside me on the stoop, his domineering attitude, quelled for the moment. He glanced over at it. “What’s that,” he asked. He was trying to make himself small in the narrow space of the steps, no doubt also being the nosey protector. I found I didn’t honestly care that I shared this with him, it almost felt right. “I don’t kn

Beau I didn’t know what to make of the girl besides she was being honest with us. What I had learned brought only more questions and I had just let her talk really. Sometimes you found out more about a person from what they were willing to divulge. She’d obviously had trauma, her thin form a telltale sign of all the family meals she’d admittedly avoided while working without pay. Who was the murderer she spoke of? Why had she gone quiet when she shook my hand? Her face had contorted as if steeling herself for an electric shock. Thinking about her situation had brought me to thoughts of Nadia, my sister who had been stolen from our pack and how our struggle to regain her had been the demise of all the adult males in our pack at the time. Which led us to be the guardians of their offspring from various affairs. Mates being rare due to our seclusion had us choosing mates among humans or simply sewing our oats and claiming the offspring which seldom was an issue with how wild we tended t

Bri The long sleeves of the shirt covered my hands as I gripped my warm mug. I finally looked up, fully noticing the two shirtless, tattooed, muscle-ripped males. Wyatt took a sip from his mug first, Beau following suit and they each grunted in approval. I smiled, tearing my eyes away from the hard tan plains of their chests. “Maggie's coffee is lagniappe (a little extra), I know I am an unwanted burden, but if you insist I stay, I will find a way to pull my weight.” I wanted to be as little of an inconvenience as possible. “I can vanish on a whim if you want me to. But I’m content to stay only if you insist”. I nabbed a dark chocolate biscotti as I needed more to do with my hands. I leaned against the counter, Wyatt and Beau eyeing each other. “Thanks,” Beau said, raising his hand that held his mug “It is really good,” He gave me a panty-soaking smile, making me swallow remembering I wasn’t wearing any. A mischievous smirk crossed his face, his eyes gleaming in amusement as he loo

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

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,