Page 1 of Accidentally All Inclusive (Beartastic Summer of Love #5)

Westley

“Westley. You aren’t supposed to be here.”

I looked up from my desk, slid my glasses off my face, and rubbed my eyes.

The blurry outline of my sister came into view.

She had her hands on her hips and a stern look on her otherwise youthful face.

She was younger than me by several years, yet she seemed to forget that at times like this.

I already knew why she was standing in the doorway of my office.

“What do you mean I’m not supposed to be here? This is my office. I’m working.” It was totally normal to work at eight in the evening on a Friday, right? All single alphas in their prime did that.

She dropped her arms to her sides and gave me an incredulous look, looking more like a teenager than a twenty-five-year-old woman. In fact, she resembled our nieces in the little temper tantrum she was building.

“It’s a Friday night. You need to go home. We’re having a den gathering. There’s a bonfire. Come on, some omegas from the den to the south are visiting. Socialize, Westley. You need it.”

I wrinkled my nose. I had met most of the omegas from that den, and our own den and every den within five counties.

They were all very nice people and would make fantastic mates for somebody—but not me.

I didn’t know why, and I had long since given up fighting it, but my bear was the picky sort. No omega I met was good enough for him.

“I have some work I want to get done. Alpha Shaun is forcing me to take a vacation in two weeks. I need to make sure I’m caught up.” Ideally, I’d be ahead on my work before taking a vacation, but this particular hiatus was not my choice.

Her eyes lit up. “He is? Where are you going?”

I shrugged. “Staying at home. I figured I could get started on remodeling the upstairs bathroom.”

The home I owned was a bit of a fixer-upper.

The dilapidated home had called to me the first time I’d driven by it, with its smashed windows, crooked shutters, and overgrown hedges.

I could look past that and see what the house could be.

I had slowly been working on making it a very nice place to live.

I’d re-sided the whole thing, replaced all the windows, and fixed the front porch.

The landscaping had been cleaned up and new flowers added by a cousin of mine.

The list of changes to the inside were longer than my arm.

Eventually, I would have to sell it. It wasn’t fair to the house not to fill it with children.

There were five bedrooms and three bathrooms, an enormous backyard that had a nice swing set.

A house like that needed a mate and family, not a single bear like me.

My sister sat down in the chair across from my desk. “Westley, you need to go on vacation. You need to leave this den. Go somewhere! Get out of this funk. Meet someone new!”

“I’m not in a funk.”

She gave me the look that said she was done with my bullshit, the same look she gave my nieces when they swore for the tenth time that they weren’t the ones to leave the bikes out and have it get run over by the car. Which had only happened three times now.

“There’s an all-inclusive resort that Beckett and I went to for our honeymoon. You would love it there.”

I sighed and tried to focus on my laptop, hoping she would get the hint.

“I’m not really the vacation type. You know I don’t like crowds.

” Also, I couldn’t handle the disappointment.

I knew my family wanted me to find a mate.

Hell, I wanted to find a mate. But it didn’t seem to be in the cards for me.

“That’s the thing. It’s not crowded. The whole resort caters to shifters.

The cabins are roomy. There are woods where you can shift and run, or hiking trails if you want to go as a human.

The food is all included in the cost. You can either have it delivered to your cabin and eat alone, or go to the restaurants.

You have to go, Westley. I’m ordering you. ”

“I don’t think you have that authority. I’m not one of your children,” I said.

Her eyes turned sad, water pooled at her lashes, and she blinked away tears. Oh fuck. Now I’d done it. I could never handle any of my siblings crying. As the only alpha and the oldest in the large family, I felt responsible for them all. Unfortunately, they knew how to play me like a fiddle.

“Westley, I’m worried about you. Please think about it.” She leaned over the desk, squeezing my hand. “Please. I want my fun-loving, happy brother back. It feels like you’ve been slowly turning into a hermit. I never see you smile anymore.”

I shrugged. She wasn’t wrong.

I wasn’t unhappy, per se. I just thought that at this point in my life, I would have a mate, some cubs.

Instead, I was alone. It wasn’t for lack of options—it was just that my bear was prickly and apparently nobody was good enough.

I’d gone on dates, some of them even went well, but my bear prevented me from going much further than that. He was holding out for our mate.

I sighed. “I will think about it. Okay? I’ll even start looking right now.”

I made a point to return my attention to my laptop, pulling up a browser.

“Perfect. The name is Nest and Roam Resort. Search it up and then book it. They have a few different locations around the country, so you don't have to go where Benedict and I did.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sure. I will do that.”

She shot me another look that let me know she didn’t believe me. Thankfully she left, though the discussion probably wasn’t over. She’d try again tomorrow.

I went back to the ledgers I had been working on.

My job as the accountant for the pack was less than glamorous, but it kept me busy and it provided value for the den.

People always expected that a bear my size—bulky and muscular—had to be one of the enforcers, but I was not.

Violence was not my thing. Not that our enforcers were violent, but there were situations where they needed to throw their weight around, and that was not something that I was good at. I was a lover, not a fighter.

After working a few minutes more, I couldn’t get the idea of an actual vacation out of my mind.

If nothing else, it might be nice to be away from my nagging family.

I could have a whole week where no one asked me when I was settling down and getting mated.

No early phone calls asking me if I could pick up my nieces and take them to ballet or grab my nephews from karate class. I would get peace and quiet.

I closed the accounting book and pulled up my browser, searching the name of the resort that my sister mentioned.

It came up on the first link. The pictures of the place were gorgeous—lush forests, large cabins that were modern yet homey.

The place boasted a quiet retreat for all types of shifters and personalities.

Everywhere I looked on the site, they emphasized the all-inclusive part, and even offered to pair people up with companions for their stay so they weren’t doing the activities alone.

That was a great idea! Having staff members to hang out with the vacationers.

It wasn’t easy to go on vacation alone, and most activities were designed for two or more people to go on. What a fantastic idea.

I wasn’t the sort who would enjoy doing things with a stranger, but more power to the people who were.

A pop-up came on the screen advertising twenty percent off a week’s vacation for the exact dates that I needed. Intrigued, I clicked the link.

An all-inclusive week-long vacation. Check.

Promise of a room with a private entrance and easy access to the woods. Check.

A companion for excursions and meals, and other activities at the vacationer’s discretion… for the twenty-percent discount, I’d be willing to hang out with a random person.

I was sold.

As I was checking out, I checked the box to participate in staff training.

The “training” in quotation marks. I didn’t know what that meant, but sure, I would love to help with preparing their staff for the busy season.

It couldn’t be easy working in customer service like that. Sometimes people were the worst.

Without thinking too hard about it, I entered my credit card and had it all booked.

I sent a quick email to Alpha Shaun to let him know, and I blocked off my calendar and set my out-of-office message.

Let the vacation begin.