Twin Alphas: Claimed (A BBW Werewolf Romance) Read Free

swarming to the festival grounds.   Clayton and Holt would be getting lucky again, and again, and again. When the festival was done they’d stagger back home and sleep for an entire day, they’d be so exhausted by their luck.
                  “Well, they’ll talk to me.” Clayton winked at him.  “Since I’m the good-looking one.”
                  The two of them were physically very similar, actually, with Holt an inch shorter than Clayton’s 6’3”, and both of them had the broad shouldered, muscular build typical of an Alpha.  Clayton did end up with a lot more women, but that’s because he’d always been the flirt, whereas Holt was more the quiet, reserved one. If anything, he frequently sent women his brother’s way if he wasn’t in the mood – and Clayton never said no.
                  “Aren’t you confident. I’d love to see some hot little number knock you down a peg or two.”  Holt climbed in to the passenger side of the pickup truck.
                  “When Hell freezes over. There’s not a woman alive who doesn’t want a piece of this.” Clayton gestured at himself with his thumb, then slid into the driver’s seat and turned the key. He’d stopped by the Spellectricity Station earlier that morning to make sure that their pickup truck was fully charged.
                  Their mother, who was standing outside of their house talking to one of their farm hands, waved at them cheerfully as they drove off.  Clayton and Holt waved back, and Clayton gave the horn a quick honk before heading down the dirt driveway to the main road.
                  “I hope the Red River Pack doesn’t try to pull any crap while we’re gone this week.” Holt glanced back over his shoulder.
                  The Red River Pack owned the property bordering theirs, and ever since the pack’s old Alpha pair had retired a couple of years ago, their sons had taken over and had been causing nothing but trouble. Trying to challenge the Blue Hills pack’s property lines in court, trespassing, to say nothing of the sheep and cattle who’d been disappearing from the Blue Hill’s flocks and herds…
                  “We’ve literally got every available hand on patrol along our property line, for the entire week. Our dads will take care of it if those dickwads try anything,” Clayton shrugged. “Relax. You worry too much.” 
    That was true. Clayton was definitely the carefree one out of the pair. That was why Clayton was the one who’d ended up with broken bones and concussions all throughout their childhood.  “What’s the worst that could happen?” was his catchphrase.  Holt was pretty sure that Clayton was responsible for half their mother’s gray hairs.
                  “I wonder if we’ll actually really get lucky,” Holt said, as they headed towards the festival.  “I wonder if we’ll finally find her.”
                  “Sure we will. Eventually. We’ll know it when it’s the right one. In the meantime, this isn’t exactly a painful chore, is it?”
                  Holt grinned at him. “No. It doesn’t suck. Well, sometimes there’s sucking.”
                  “And licking. And biting.” Chance smiled, probably reminiscing about last year, and the year before that, and…
                  “It’s just that we’ve been coming for five years. I thought we would have found the one by now.”  Holt stifled a sigh.  He loved sex, and the endless sea of willing, eager female flesh had been exciting at first, but now he wanted more.  He’d talked to plenty of Twin Alphas who’d found their Forever Mates at the festival. He’d seen how it changed them in some subtle way, watched the new glow of happiness and contentment spread throughout their bodies.
                  He wanted that for himself and his brother. He