Twin Alphas: Desired

By Georgette St. Clair

A week-long festival full of hot Alpha werewolf twins who are sniffing around looking for their forever mates...what’s not to love? Plenty, if you’re Mackenzie Kaye, who was humiliated at last year’s festival when she was ditched by the Alpha pair she’d been yearning for.

But this year things are different – the Alpha pair have summoned her to their cabin, and now they’ll stop at nothing to claim her. Why the sudden change of heart? What mysterious secret are they hiding, and who is trying to sabotage their budding relationship?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Georgette St. Clair
• Release date: Sep 12, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370673643

Georgette St. Clair

Hello, I am Georgette St. Clair, writer of hot, sexy romances which star all Alpha heroes, all the time. The road to love may be rocky and fraught with peril, (and humor and scorchtastic sex and healthy heapings of snark) but my shifters will stop at nothing to claim their fated mate.A little about me: I live in Florida. My checkered career involved stints as a newspaper reporter, EMT, internet marketer, cocktail waitress, temp, nurse’s aide (but not all at the same time...)Now I’m living my perfect life, spending my days in a fantasy universe where I nudge my smart-mouthed, take-no-guff heroines onto the path that will set them on a collision course with true love.

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Chapter One

Today’s the day – it’s Festival Time! All unclaimed human females aged 21 and over, and all Alpha Pairs aged 21 and over who have not yet claimed a mate, shall, by noon today, report to the festival grounds of their district for one week. Attendance is mandatory.

The announcement scrolled across the bottom of the television screen, as it had been all week. That was why Ajax hadn’t been watching any TV – but his brother always had it blaring his room. Ajax shot the big-screen TV a dirty look, grabbed the remote control off the dresser drawer, and clicked it off. Yeah, today was the day. Like he needed to be reminded.

Broken leg, he suggested. His twin brother Barron, who was kneeling by the dresser packing, didn’t even bother to look up. He just shook his head. Won’t work, he said, laying a neatly folded shirt in the suitcase.

I mean it. I will break my own leg so we don’t have to go. Both my legs. I’ll jump off the roof. Their Aunt Millicent hated it when he did that, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Barron, who’d grabbed several pairs of underwear and was re-folding them, , sighed and looked up at him with the expression of exasperation that he usually wore when talking to his five-minutes-younger identical twin. I’ve got terrible news for you, Ajax. We’re werewolves.

Ajax pretended to gasp in amazement. Holy crap! That’s why I like my meat on the rare side!

Barron stood up and shut the suitcase. And, thanks to our awesome healing skills, your legs would reset themselves within the hour. And the Sentinels know that. So, as excuses go, it sucks pretty bad. Also it freaks Aunt Millicent out.

Ajax scowled at him. Speaking of things that suck, I can’t believe we have to sit there for a week watching the woman who should be our forever mate flirting with other wolves.

Better than the alternative. Barron’s tone was cool. Do we want her so badly we’re willing to risk her life? And maybe she won’t flirt with other wolves.

Of course she will, Ajax said gloomily. She’s gorgeous and perfect, and there will be wolves swarming all over her. A picture of Mackenzie flashed through his mind. Her wicked smile that always looked like she was thinking about something naughty, her big, lush, figure, her generous hips, her soft rounded tummy, her full breasts…

Instead of answering, Barron grabbed the suitcase by the handle and walked out of the room, setting it by the front door. Ajax followed behind. No point in delaying the inevitable.

We’ll just avoid her. It’s one week. We can deal. Barron’s tone was gruff.

Easy for you to say, Ajax grumbled. You didn’t get a taste of paradise and then find out it could never be yours.

Barron’s expression turned wistful. Was it...amazing?

Ajax rarely talked about that one magical afternoon in the woods with Mackenzie. It hurt too much to think of what they’d been forced to give up

Yes. Better than amazing, he said curtly.

He shook his head. I can’t believe we haven’t been able to find out anything more. We’re screwed.

Hey, we tried. We eliminated a bunch of possibilities. We’ll try again after this festival, Barron said.

Yeah, and she’ll probably be mated by the time we figure this out. If we even figure it out. Ajax saw Barron’s glance at the clock on the wall. Barron, unlike Ajax, was compulsively punctual. Fine. I’ll get my suitcase, he growled.

He stalked off to his room, grabbed his suitcase, and dragged it out to the front door.

Is that how you packed? Barron raised a disapproving eyebrow.

Yeah? So?

You’ve got clothing literally hanging out of your suitcase. And it’s wrinkled.

Ajax snorted with contempt. It’s not like I’m looking to meet women, Barron. I don’t give a damn what I look like this coming week. If I could spray myself with female repellent, I would.

Just because we’re about to go on the vacation from hell is no reason to...oh, screw it. Let’s just go and get this over with. Barron shook his head in exasperation.

He opened the door and stalked out to their car, suitcase in hand. Ajax followed him, slamming the door shut behind him.

The sun cast a warm glow over the horizon, its rays streaming through the towering Douglas Fir trees in the distance. There was still a faint chill in the air but it promised to be a beautiful day, typical for Oregon, not too hot, not too cold. The pack’s property was spread out across a broad area of forest, where they could shift and run and hunt whenever the urge seized them. Their cabins and houses were tucked among silvery-gray quaking aspen and fragrant firs, and normally, just stepping out their front door and soaking in the beauty of their surroundings brought a smile to Ajax’s face. He hadn’t smiled much at all over the last year.

Aunt Millicent and Uncle Michael were standing by their car waiting for them, the way they had for the past four years every time Ajax and Barron headed out to the festival. This time, there was no air of hope or expectation, no cheery Good hunting, boys! which was the traditional joking sendoff to Alpha pairs heading off to search for their perfect mate. Instead, a pall of gloom hung over all of them.

Ajax and Barron lived in a cabin on pack property; Millicent and Michael, who was a beta wolf, still lived in the farmhouse where they’d raised Ajax and Barron, just a quarter mile up the road.

Millicent was their aunt on their mother’s side; she and her husband had taken Ajax and Barron in as toddlers, after first their mother, then their fathers and new stepmother, had died. She’d raised them like they were her own, and seemed to know when they were hurting. Like today.

She hugged Ajax. I’m glad you didn’t try to do anything crazy to get out of the festival, like jump off the roof. I hate it when you do that. Humans, who lacked the healing powers of werewolves, tended to be a little queasy about things like broken bones and gaping wounds. Ajax had done it frequently as a young cub growing up – seeing who could get the creepiest injuries was a common werewolf cub thing,which always gave their human mothers conniption fits. Their werewolf dads usually just laughed it off; they’d all done it themselves as cubs.

Ajax flashed his brother a wicked grin. Well, Barron suggested it, but I knew it would upset you, so I said no – ouch! His brother punched him in the arm. Hard.

Now, Barron, Aunt Millicent said, shooting Barron a reproving look. Barron shot Ajax a glower that promised that Ajax would have some bones that would need resetting after all – as soon as they were out of Aunt Millicent’s sight. Ajax smirked at his brother, then glanced at the car and sighed. It would be a five-hour drive to the festival grounds in Northern California.

I’m not looking forward to this, he said.

Don’t look so glum, Uncle Michael said. We’ll come up with something. We’re not giving up. The whole time you’re at the festival, we’ll be investigating. He patted Barron on the shoulder as he opened the car door for him.

Nobody from our Dads’ former pack is speaking? Did you remind them it’s Festival week? Ajax slung his suitcase into the back seat.

"Of course, not that they need reminding. They’re all still claiming ignorance or changing the subject. Those few