Alpha And Omega Pizza Farm Novels & Stories

I ignored the rapid beating of my heart as they both growled in response to my command. At once, they both lunged at me. I was quick on my feet, dodging their attacks as fast as I could because I knew the truth. I knew that no matter how many people called me their alpha, I was born weak. I was an omega. I couldn’t take two of these wolves on my own. The only thing I had on my side was my speed. “Stand down!” I screamed as I shifted back to my human form. I was plotting my escape, and if I was fast enough, I would make it home before they would get a hold of me.

They were strong, bulky men—I hadn't been here long enough to know what they did, but one of them had an apron that suggested he worked in the kitchen—but they stood tall now, their eyes glinting with mean amusement. "Well, well, look who we found," one of them, a man with a thick neck whose name I didn't even care or because he was a mere Omega, sneered. "The famous Alpha of the what's the name of the pack again? Nothing pack? Loserville?” His minions cackled like he had just told the most ingenuous joke ever when it was a rinse and repeat wash. “...Now reduced to nothing." The second Omega, lean and scrunny, chuckled. "He doesn't even have the Alpha scent anymore. Just smells like Wolfsban

My hands trembled as I clutched onto the tray filled with dishes for his subordinates. Forcing a smile on my face as I began to serve them. Looking up, Emilia's eyes bored into mine, but I looked away. Scratching his beards, "I'm grateful to your daughter for saving my life," Alpha Nickolas stared at Emilia. I paused at my pace, then waved it off. Carefully, but as fast as I could, I placed the scalloped rice, sautéed zucchini and squash, butternut squash, creamed peas, roasted quail, bacon, stuffed peppers, Italian cheese bread, and black beans on the table.

I'd work double shifts every day for a month if I had to, and I'd walk back into that shop and buy it off whatever velvet stand he put it on. That was the plan. Hold on to the plan. The money went into my account at the pack credit union. Then the Omega House. The Omega House was a long stone building near the center of town, with a flat roof and narrow windows that let in just enough light to work by. Every omega in the pack worked here — cooking, cleaning, laundering, mending. The pay was low and the hours were long, but it was steady. The work apron went on. The mop came out. Floors needed doing before the midday rush.

Our way to the Pack house had lush green fields on both sides, filled with bounties of nature. “Although werewolves only need meat to survive, but the Moon Howlers Pack has a great interest in agriculture. They are the biggest exporters of wheat, rice and seasonal vegetables.” My Gamma Jason informed me about the lifestyle of this Pack, his homework for this visit was admirable. At the end of the long road, the building of a simple Pack house lived up to my expectations, the luxurious Alpha’s mansion beside it showed their impeccable taste. Alpha Alexander Anderson welcomed us outside the Pack house. He ignored my stretched hand for a handshake and hugged me directly.

He dragged Katana closer to himself as if passing a statement. "Well, we're eighteen and not babies anymore. She loves me and I love her. We're omegas in love." He emphasized the word omegas to pass his message home. What's an Alpha's business with an omega? Katana avoided my gaze as Zayn wrapped his arms tightly around her. It took me a lot of restraining to not yank him off and twist his fucking arm. My voice was harsh as I said, "I see. Well, I need some males to offload the goods at the warehouse. Instead of kissing like horny rabbits, make yourself useful."

I say, hoping he’ll catch on. He looks at me for a moment before reaching out to kiss my forehead. “I don’t know that I’ve ever been prouder of my pack members.” He says, walking into the kitchen. “Tell me, what do we have here?” He asks, pointing to some food preparation. An omega looks at me and I nod encouragingly at her. “Well, Alpha, we have a lot of potatoes that were harvested recently. For lunch we made homemade potato chips and for dinner, we’re going to make roasted rosemary potatoes with rosemary from our garden.”

Either this is going to a huge mistake or the best decision I’ve made in a long time. The guys got busy pulling ingredients out and making an actual homemade pizza with all the works on it, while giving each other shit the whole time. I just sat back and watch the two interact with each other. Being an omega was a completely different lifestyle than that of an alpha or even a beta, so to watch them bicker and give each other shit was kind of nice knowing we’re not all that different.

Alpha’s eyes hardened “Yes. Exactly the address Adam gave. Word for word.” He glanced back. “Ain’t that right, Onika?” Onika is adjusting her gloves “Right. He said ‘The witch with the chicken shop.’ Can’t get more specific than that.” A little disappointed they stared at the logo of a chicken swaying in front of a pack of angry werewolf packs. Dante squinted “Peg &Pam fried chicken house?... This is it? A fried chicken joint? Oh common…I was expecting… you know… skulls, candles, or at least a creepy cat.”

The beards on his face were so much that his mouth was almost invisible. “When did you arrive?” the husky voice inquired. I used to think my father had the scariest voice but I was proven wrong right on the spot. I began a tireless palpitation as I struggled to crawl away from him, moving on my already-bruised elbows. Sporadic coughing flew out of my mouth in replacement for an answer to his question. He pulled me by my hair towards what seemed like a thatched house in the midst of forest ground. The chaotic noise diminished as we approached the onlookers—a large group of young females and a scanty number of males. All looking unkempt and scrawny. I could tell I was the oldest among the girl