Island of the Alphas (Steamy Werebear Shifter BBW Menage Romance)

Island of the Alphas

By Willow Wilde

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Table of Contents

Title

Island of the Alphas

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Island of the Alphas

T
he first thing I was aware of was the oppressive, blinding light. Groaning, I groggily lifted a lazy arm to shield my eyes, although the effort was somewhat lackluster. As I descended into a fit of coughs, I felt the earth around me give way slightly, but not enough to alarm me.

Soft. I’m laying on something soft.

As this realization dawned on me, I realized that I could smell salty air…hear the slight crashing of waves…

Opening my eyes slowly, I cowered from the blinding sunlight. My entire body ached as I rolled onto my side, my face pressing against the moist sand. Just past my toes, I could see the water lapping away, struggling to reach me — and I desired the cold, comforting touch of the water on my skin. As I uncoiled my legs and pushed my unbeaten feet down into the surf, the outmost edges of the sea rolled soothingly over my ankles, restoring some sort of clarity to my groggy mind.

A shipwreck. Panic. Screaming.

I sat up too quickly, feeling my head roaring in protest. Clutching my skull, I tried to stabilize the mounting pressure under my temples.
Careful. Eaaaasy does it.

I had no idea how long I’d been washed up on this beach. Gazing around, I saw that I was in a small alcove, and my eyes rolled over the piercing rocks that jutted from the surf, the open ocean behind them.

My name is Keira
, I recalled.
I was on a cruise ship across the open water. There was an accident. The ship started to sink. Everyone flew into a panicked mob. I was knocked overboard. The ship was sailing away, drifting underwater…there were lifeboats…it was so dark, nobody could see me…

Glancing around my surroundings again, I decided that I had clearly had won the freaking survival lottery. When I went overboard, it had been too dark to spot any land, but wherever I was now could
not
have been a healthy swim away. I remembered struggling for my life against the battering of the waves, dropping underwater and being pulled with a current…but the current wasn’t precisely tugging me underwater, now that I thought about it…and then there were all the jagged stones in the waves. Even just
making it
here, without my fortune carrying me on its unwavering shoulders, I would have been torn to shreds or battered to death.

But all my speculation meant nothing to my current set of circumstances, because I realized that I was
horrendously
parched. My mouth was drier than bone, and I needed to find myself some water. In desperation, my hands dove into the surf and threw a pathetic few scoops of saltwater to my mouth, but the foul taste and salinity burned, and I felt my stomach turn slightly as I stopped.

No, I needed
freshwater
. Pulling myself up from the sand, I peered into the woods that lined the back of the beach. They were only a few strides away, and I hoped that I could find a clean water source soon.

For a fraction of a second, I thought that I had seen three peering sets of eyes in the woods, gazing upon me. Hesitance made me falter, but it must have been a trick of my delirium, for they were almost immediately gone.

Reluctant to stagger in their direction, but unwilling to remain thirsty and sunbaked on this beach any longer, I put the ocean to my back and crept into the woods.

*              *              *              *

Even in my pressing need to find a fresh source of water, I couldn’t ignore the staggering beauty of the forest. The trees were thin enough here for me to see in a reasonable distance no matter where I turned. The floor was a thick, spry layer of the greenest, softest grass I had ever seen — walking across it felt like crossing a cloud. As I wandered between the trees, I would occasionally spot bright, colorful lizards of various sizes frozen on the trees. If I took a step closer, they would immediately scurry up into the branches and out of sight.

There were also a number of exotic birds that maneuvered sideways across the branches, squawking loudly. Other, smaller birds flitted between the branches, singing a soothing chorus of chirps that somehow made my footwork just a little easier, pushing a little more strength into each step.

I would also spot other creatures along the bushes or on fallen logs, jutting up from the sea of green that came up to my shins — small, rigid frogs that lapped lazily at the buzzing insects…the occasional, lethargic sloth, dangling from a branch or slowly turning to watch me…deer, munching on berries in the distance and prancing away as I approached. The wildlife was incredibly beautiful, and contrasted well with the equally mesmerizing flora — I would see bushes of exotic, patterned berries, groves of extraordinary flowers with generous leaves and the sweetest aroma, and thick, spiny vines that snaked up the trees sometimes, hugging them tight.

Regardless of my quest for water, I couldn’t resist the allure of the sights. This was far more incredible than any cruise I’d been on, and although I knew I was likely to die before seeing another human soul, I felt that there were far worse places to breathe my last breath.

But as I traversed between the trees, I felt the slightest sense that I was being carefully watched. No matter how many times I whirled around or carefully kept my eyes peeled, I couldn’t shake the sensation. At first, I thought it might have just been the vast array of wildlife, as it seemed like humans did not frequent this little sliver of the world. But it was more menacing than that. The crushing, overwhelming feeling that I was trespassing sent shivers down my spine, and I wanted so badly to shout:

“I didn’t even want to
be
here! I’m just trying to survive and get
back home
”

But I lacked the energy for it, and I knew that I was probably just being paranoid…but it didn’t help. As my mind continued deteriorating at the lack of sustenance in my system, I struggled to maintain a rational grip of my surroundings, and my place in them.

*              *              *              *

I don’t know how many hours I spent, wandering the woods. Furthermore, I have no idea how I had the energy to do it. But just as I couldn’t take another step, as my body slumped against the trunk of another thin pillar of a tree, I heard the faintest sound of running water.

My eyes snapped back open, and I twisted my head in every direction.
Is that running water
, something whispered in my head. Eagerly, I gazed around.
No, I guess I’m just hearing things now…maybe I should just rest here and–

THERE! I could see the faintest light, glimmering against the trees, a minute’s stumbling away. Summoning every last ounce of strength, I staggered towards the glimmer, pushing off of every tree between it and me…

As I reached the source of the light, I dropped to my knees in despair. There was no water — nothing to satiate my burning lungs. The small stream of light penetrating the canopy above was dancing off of a small bank of reflective stones, barely puncturing the soil. My thirst gaze flitted up the trail that pulled through — it was clear that this was, at one point, a small stream. But perhaps the earth had settled further up, sending the water pouring down another path. Maybe the source had even dried up somehow.

Either way, it meant that there was nothing for me here. I didn’t have the energy to pull myself up and wander up the trail of caked sediment, eager to find that shiny source of water.

As the trees above swam in a circle, I felt the full weight of my fruitless journey fall crushingly onto my shoulders. The last thing I remember is the painful group, rushing up to meet my shoulder as I slumped onto my side.

*              *              *              *

For the second time that day, I awoke in a completely unfamiliar environment. When my eyes opened, I felt a soothing breeze, and where there was previously blinding sunlight, there was now comforting darkness.

The ground, however, was a little less forgiving. Murmuring in half-sleep, I pulled myself up from the mass of furs that formed my cozy sleeping arrangements. The flicking of the nearby flames showed me that I was near the mouth of a small cave, and also revealed something much more important to me.

Namely, a small, leather-bound canister. It looked like one of those old water flasks restraint that accompanies dying thirst, I lunged straight for it, hearing it slosh as I fumbled with the canister in my grasp. Ripping open the flask, I hesitantly poured a small stream of the contents to the ground.

Water
.

Stripped of reason and logic, I instinctively threw it back, gulping down mouthfuls of the mysteriously placed water. It was the most refreshing thing I have ever tasted, and there was just enough of it to satisfy the burning, pressing need inside me. Sparing not a drop, I gulped down the contents and wiped my brow with the scruff of my wrist, silently grateful for whatever transpired to get me here, safe, and placed squarely next to the precise thing I needed.

Now that the immediate concern was dealt with, it was time for some answers. The cave itself was rather small, almost even quaint. If not for the crackling fire, I wouldn’t have considered this shelter inhabited, as it had no other signs of life. Running my fingers along the floor, I drew several lines in the ancient dust, and my eyes drifted to the back of the cave. It abrupt ended at a natural wall, and I trailed the ceiling with my gaze as it reached back to the cave’s mouth.

Carefully, I crept towards the front and gazed into the moonlight. Even in the semi-darkness, I could tell that I was somewhat higher than the trees — and this gave me a strong vantage point to properly gather my bearings.

Up until now, I had hoped in my heart that I was on the mainland somewhere, with civilization just a few miles out of sight. This was clearly not the case now, as I was on an island, with nothing else visible as far as my eye could see. There also didn’t appear to be the slightest hint of civilization on this island, as I saw no fires, buildings, anything to suggest the presence of man.

So that’s great.

My mind fell back to the fire, and I turned to stare upon it again.
But someone had to scoop me up and bring me here…set the flames…bring me water…

Staring into the fire soothed me, and I felt myself wandering back towards my furs. A certain sleepiness had overcome me, and I didn’t dare fight it as I crawled back into the cozy warmth, resting against the ground.

Seeing my full predicament for the first time had sapped me, and I was still exhausted from my exploits during the day. As my body commanded sleep, I felt myself dozing back off…

*              *              *              *

“Looks like someone is awake,” I heard a rugged, male voice observe. Rustling in the furs, I slumped onto my side and drew them close to my chin.

“Oh, don’t disturb her,” another mentioned. “She seems asleep to me.”

Hearing the second voice caused me to panic internally, but I feigned sleep. Truth of the matter was, I had never heard the voices before, and I was wide awake now.

“Maybe so…she has already slept so long, perhaps we should stir her soon.”

“Nonsense. She was at death’s door when we swooped in, there’s no reason to interfere as her strength ebbs back.”

I could smell the faint waft of cooked meat, and felt my stomach protest in fury.
When is the last time I’ve actually eaten anything?

“You may have a point…still. She is the first human on this island in many years. How should we handle this?”

“Gently,” the second voice answered. “There is no reason to alarm her. You remember what happened the first time. They can’t handle seeing it, their kind.”

A third voice chimed in.
How many are there?
“Boys, you are aware, of course, that she
is
awake.”

I heard a slight rustle, and as I was turned onto my back, I stifled a fake yawn and stretched my arms out from the furs. Sleepily rubbing my eyes with the crooks of my fists, I gazed upon the three
incredibly handsome, rugged
young men sitting around me, watching me carefully.