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

Holt whispered back.
                  “You hush up, sexy wolf. I can bitch about tradition if tradition means I don’t get my morning shower.” She returned to her videotaping.
                  “She’s got a mouth on her,” Clayton smirked. “We’ll have to find a really sexy way to punish her for it.”
                  She felt a delicious rush of heat at the thought of that, but it was instantly followed by a dull sense of sorrow.  She’d just met the two of them, and already she knew that leaving them was going to be horrible. If only she could stay…but the future of her family depended on her return, and even if it didn’t, the werewolves of this world had forbidden anyone from coming over, and sooner or later, she’d be found out.
                  The ceremony went on for several more minutes of scroll reading, punctuated by loud cheers from the audience.
                  Humans and werewolves and Mages all lived in harmony, the Alpha Claiming Festival ensured the survival of all races, blah blah…the professor side of her brain was fascinated, but the human side of her brain was struggling to stay awake on two hours of sleep and not enough coffee.
                  As soon as the ceremony was over, she said to Clayton “I need to go find Mackenzie. I’ll meet you back at the Love Shack in an hour.”
                  Before he could protest, she dove through the crowd and made her way through to Mackenzie, who was strolling aimlessly, with a miserable expression on her face.

     

Chapter Eight
                  “Mackenzie, wait up!”
                  Mackenzie turned to look at her, and let out a long, heavy sigh. “Oh. Hey.” She had circles under her eyes and her hair was sleep rumpled, but she didn’t look as if she’d had a delightful night of sex.
                  “What the heck happened? Everything was going so well yesterday!”
                  “I know, that’s what I thought too.”
                  Mackenzie, shoulders slumped, let Amelia lead her out of the crowd to a quiet spot under a shady oak tree, and they sat down on a huge gnarled root.
                  “Tell me what happened,” Amelia insisted.
                  Mackenzie blinked back tears. “I honestly don’t know. Ajax and I went out in the woods together yesterday afternoon, and we, uh…it was amazing. I thought it was amazing. Apparently he didn’t.”
                  “What do you mean?”
                  “Afterwards, we went to a little restaurant called Dan’s Taco’s. It’s on the festival grounds. Anyway, I was sitting there waiting for him to come back with my food. Everything felt so totally, perfectly right with him. Like I was a puzzle piece that had finally found my puzzle, and I fit in perfectly.”
                  Amelia could certainly understand that sentiment. It described to a T the way she felt being with Clayton and Holt.
                  “I was sure he was going to ask me to meet his brother next. I was sitting there waiting, and waiting…and he never came back.”
                  Amelia let out a squawk of outrage. “What?”
                  “Even worse. Some guy came over with a tray of food and said that Ajax had been called away on an emergency, and he wouldn’t be able to talk to me again.  Right after that, this girl came over with a huge smirk on her face and told me that she and him were getting together, and he’d already invited her to meet his brother. She said she hoped I’d enjoyed being his last meaningless fling, and then she turned around and walked off.”
                  “And you didn’t punch her face in?” Amelia was boiling over with fury.
                  “I should have, now that I think about it. Just