DEN OF THE ALPHAS (Steamy Werebear Shifter BBW Menage Romance) by Willow Wilde

Den of the Alphas
    I had been just about to give up on Pensacola when Samantha sent me the text. Swiping open my iPhone, I glanced down at the notification and read:
     
    > All’s not lost, think I found a place for tonight
     
    This entire vacation had been a total bummer. I’d been to Pensacola a few times in the last couple of years, and it had sort of become a late summer tradition. This year, though? Complete bust. If not for catching up her, I might as well have stayed back home in North Carolina.
     
    I always drove down in late august and partied for a couple of days down near the water. It was great to wind down for a little while, turn up the heat, and hit the clubs with my girlfriends in the area. I usually did okay for myself when scouting for hot boys to antagonize or, if they played the game the right way, fuck senseless.
     
    Even if they were terrible in bed, always wanted to get away afterwards, and had no idea how to properly take care of a thick, curvy girl.
     
    But Sam could usually pull something great and unexpected out of her ass at the last second, and this looked like it was going to be no exception. She had warned me that the scene was weak this year, but I hadn’t quite understood what I had gotten myself into.
     
    That went double for what happened that night.
     
    *          *          *          *
     
    I didn’t know what to expect when she swung by in her red jeep late that afternoon, picking me up from a day spent shopping. I saw that the passenger seat was occupied, and slid in the backseat with my bags. I’d never met the girl – tall, classy, and slightly older than us – and she introduced herself as Angela.
     
    “Kimberly. I’m from out of town,” I offered.
     
    “Charmed,” she responded with a smirk.
     
    “Angela’s my partner-in-crime around these parts,” Sam told me as she whipped onto the street. She was always such a klutzy driver. “She’s usually out of town when you come down, but it just so happened that you two overlapped this year. She’s the one who told me about this place we’re checking out tonight.”
     
    “Oh yeah?” I glanced over at Angela, who was observing the streets casually from her window. She seemed aloof, somewhat lost in thought. “What kind of place is this?”
     
    “It’s like nothing you’ve seen before.”
     
    That sounded cryptic, but Sam glanced at me in her rear-view to offer something a little more substantial. “It’s this place she frequents from time to time. Pretty exclusive stuff. Angela’s on some VIP list, and after I told her about your plight, she offered to bring us both as her guests. I’m pretty stoked!”
     
    I nodded, watching Angela’s apathetic gaze over the passing roads. “You’ve never been yourself?”
     
    “Nope!” Sam chirped. “Didn’t even know about it. It’s a pretty standard club up front, think we passed through it last year. But I didn’t even know they had a VIP area. I just found out about this myself maybe an hour ago. Should be fun!”
     
    “Gotcha,” I responded, lost in thought as well for a moment. I turned to face Angela again, remembering my manners. “Hey, thanks a ton! I was afraid that this trip was going to end my streak of fun.”
     
    “Oh, don’t you worry. After I drop you kids off, you’ll have the time of your life. ”
     
    Sam turned her head. “Oh, you’re not staying?”
     
    “Afraid not. I’m just popping in to say a few quick hellos , make appearances, you know how it goes. I’ll get you both through the door, but then I’ve got to head back. I have a few things to take care of tonight. I’ll be back to pick you two up when you give me the heads-up. Although…I’m going to be surprised if you want to come back early. You two probably won’t be ready until fairly late.”
     
    “Oh, I see,” Sam answered. She sounded dejected, but quickly cheered up. “You think so? All night at one club ? You’re sure we