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

wanted to feel that sense of completion, that sense of ultimate belonging.
                  “Look, Mr. Romantic, it’s not like we can force it. We need to make sure she’s the right one.  Forever is a very long time. It’ll happen, and in the meantime, just enjoy yourself.”
                  “Yeah, yeah.” Holt sighed and settled in to his seat.
                  It was a two hour drive to the festival. They’d headed out early in the day to beat the crowds, but it looked as if hundreds of other human females and Alpha pairs had the same idea that they had.  Fortunately, the line of cars and trucks and vans was moving pretty quickly, and within minutes, the guards at the festival gate had waved them through.
                  They drove down the road to the massive parking lot, which was already about a quarter full.  They waved at some of the shifters who were climbing out of their trucks and cars, and Clayton flashed big, flirtatious smiles at the sea of lovely female humanity who were milling about.
                  “Let’s get checked in and get this party started,” Clayton said. Holt nodded.  This was the tedious part; they had to stand in a long line at the check-in, where a row of Mages sat, waiting to ensure that all unclaimed females and all unmated Alphas were at the festival as required.  Hundreds of other Alpha pairs were already there, from all across the West Coast. The same thing was happening in the Northwest, Southwest, Central Region, East Coast…all across the country, Alphas were headed off to the annual Claiming Festival where they’d get their freak on and hopefully meet their Forever Mates.
                  After they’d given the Mage their names, and they’d each slapped their hands down on a sheet of paper that glowed to confirm their identity, they finally headed off towards their assigned cabin, number 237. 
                  They passed booths and booths of merchandise, and picnic areas, and outdoor bars, and snack shacks, and crowds of eager women and Alphas already mixing and mingling.  The smell of sizzling burgers, cotton candy, and roasting ears of corn tickled Holt’s nostrils. Good thing he’d bought fat wads of cash with him.
    Bands were setting up on stages.  Buskers walked through the crowd, hawking their wares. Magic talismans for the ladies! Stamina talisman for the Alphas! Love charms, beauty charms, necklaces, hair ornaments, bouquets of flowers…it was a veritable shopping market out here. The air was thick with the scent of pheromones. Clayton through back his head and let out a long, lusty howl, and a dozen other Alphas joined him, and women simpered and giggled and batted their eyelashes.
                  Their log cabin looked pretty much the same as every cabin they’d had assigned to them.  It was a one bedroom, with a small kitchen and it was pretty much set up for mating.  There was a king-sized bed in the bedroom, and even the couch was big and roomy with soft, inviting cushions.  The end table by the couch, and the night stand in the bedroom, would be stocked with lubricants and sex toys. 
                  As soon as they got to the cabin, Clayton tossed his bag onto the couch, checked his reflection in the mirror, and grinned at himself in approval.
                  “Do you want to hang out on the West side, or the East side?”  Clayton asked.
                  Tradition called for all Alpha pairs to separate, and mingle on opposite sides of the Festival grounds.   If either brother met a woman they thought might be their Forever Mate, they’d bring her to the central pavilion area, find their twin and introduce her to see if the Bonding process should begin.
                  Holt shrugged. “It’s all the same.”
                  “Brother, we’re about to dive into a sea of beautiful,