Free Twin Alphas: Claimed (A BBW Werewolf Romance) by Georgette St. Clair

getting enough power. She’d heard the phrase “Spellectricity” several times since she’d been here; apparently, the Mages provided the power source, but they had to continually renew it. As far as she could tell, they drew their power from something called Ley Lines, which ran underneath the Earth in a vast network that stretched throughout the whole planet, and they used it to provide power for everything from people’s homes to cars to airplanes.
    There was a huge crowd gathered for the opening ceremony, many of them looking as sleep rumpled as she was, which made her feel better.
    She spotted a fair number of women who had the same kind of love bites that she did, visible on their necks and arms. The women all had sleepy, deeply satisfied smiles on their face – probably just like hers.
    She watched as a dozen wolves marched down the aisle that led up onto the stage, climbed the stairs, and ambled over to a microphone stand. There were a couple of dozen humans standing on the stage; about a dozen of them were holding up crimson robes.
                  Noticing that there were plenty of people in the crowd with their cell phone cameras and video cameras trained on the central dais, she grabbed her camera and trained it on the crowd and began recording.
                  “Tourist,” Holt teased.
                  You have no idea, she thought.
                  “Hey, this a momentous occasion,” she said.
                  Across the way, she saw Mackenzie. Mackenzie was standing alone, arms folded across her chest. Her demeanor had completely changed. Yesterday she’d been all perky and happy; today her expression was pure misery.
                  What the heck? Ajax had seemed so into her yesterday. What could possibly have gone wrong?
                  She waved frantically at Mackenzie, but Mackenzie was lost in her own thoughts, staring into space.
                  With a sigh, she turned her attention back to the ceremony. She’d go find Mackenzie afterwards.
    The wolves melted into human form. Their fur disappeared, their snouts sank back into their faces, and their pointy ears shrank and rounded.  Their tails vanished, and then they were naked men crouched down on the ground.  They stood up, completely un-self conscious about their nakedness.
                  The humans behind them marched up and solemnly draped the red robes over their naked bodies.
                  One of the werewolves grabbed the microphone. A human in a blue ceremonial robe walked up to stand beside him.
                  “Greetings, everyone, I am Jeremiah Kramer, Lupine Master of Ceremonies at the 237 th Alpha Claiming Festival,” the werewolf intoned. “I wish you all a successful festival, and the greatest of luck to all Alpha Pairs in finding their Forever Mate!”
                  The crowd cheered loudly.
                  He unrolled a long scroll. “The Alpha Claiming Festival is an ancient, time honored tradition, which benefits all races.”
                  The human unrolled his own scroll and read from it. “I am Thomas Marsh, Human Master of Ceremonies at the 237 th Alpha Claiming Festival. Humans benefit from the protection of our Werewolf Brethren, who keep us safe from attack so we can live in peace and prosperity.”
                  The crowd cheered again.
                  The werewolf read from his scroll. “Werewolves would die out if it were not for humans. Our harmonious intermingling ensures the survival of our species.”
                  The crowd broke into loud howls, cheers, and wolf whistles.
                  “They need a scroll for that?” Amelia whispered. “I’m pretty sure that would take like five seconds to memorize.”
                  “Hush up, sexy wench. It’s tradition,”