Alpha Beauty Salon Warwick Novels & Stories

“No pressure, then.” Corvin arched a brow. “You’re already under it. You just keep pretending you’re not.” Silence stretched between us, heavy with things I didn’t want named. “What happens,” I asked finally, “if the Alpha rejects the bond?” Corvin didn’t answer right away. He stared into his mug, jaw tightening. “Then the fire looks elsewhere,” he said. “And gods help anyone standing in its path.” My wolf snarled uneasily. I stood, heart pounding. “You’re saying she’s dangerous.”

The bartender shrugged and walked away. Well, that was what we got for hiring a half-gnome. No loyalty. “You know, it’s harder than that to kill me,” the alpha said as he put his glass down and turned to face me. “You’re welcome to try, but I’m not here to start a fight. I’m looking for someone.” “This isn’t where you’re going to find anyone who’s happy to see you, believe me.”

Taylor yelled going to her. “No, I'm not here for the party. I work here.” She continued to walk by him. “Who sent you and to do what?” Taylor asked, confused, he smelt the air and knew she was a wolf. “Alpha did. I’m here to help clean up.” She said hurrying towards the kitchen. “Hey-

Nothing is more important than the happiness of his family. ***** After getting off the public bus, Addy rushed into Beatrix's café, which was very crowded with visitors. With quick steps, Alpha immediately entered the employee room and changed his clothes into barista clothes. All the customers at the café were so fascinated by Alpha's good looks and fitness. The wind that comes from the air conditioner blows a natural pheromone blend of cinnamon, and lavender that is so masculine that it makes Omega squeal a little, and whisper with the flock. Most of Beatrix's café regulars are female Beta and Omega who admire Addy.

she calls out to him and he bows. As Sarah and Katrina approach the boutique, Sarah can't help but stare in wonder at the sleek, angular building before her. The walls are made of a smooth, reflective material that seems to change color depending on the angle of the light. Large windows line the front of the store, showcasing some of the most exquisite and advanced fashion pieces that Sarah has ever seen. A sign above the entrance reads "Chronos Couture". Katrina leads Sarah inside, and as they step through the doors, Sarah feels as if she's stepped into a different world entirely.

“No sweetheart. The Alphas ordered me to dress you appropriately.” Her brows furrowed. “And by appropriate does that mean I'm going to wear lesser clothes?” Sasha sat before the vanity mirror. She can’t believe this Beta, with bright golden hair and abs and muscles, will be accompanying her to dress. Beta Apollo only smiled. “Less is more as they say.” Sasha snorted. “I bet you only want to cover my pussy and tits.” Apollo grinned wickedly. “Now what makes you think I’m going to cover them, princess?”

"No funny business, Antalya." I nodded demurely. "I just want to look nice. That's all." The salon was busy with morning appointments, wolves from across the pack territory getting primped and polished. The familiar scent of hair products and perfumes filled my nostrils as Emma, the owner, greeted me with a smile. "Antalya! We weren't expecting you. What can we do for you today?" "Just a wash and style," I replied, heart hammering against my ribs. "My dad's waiting outside."

“Oh! That’s all? The Alpha holds office hours every week to meet with any pack member that would like to speak with him. I can take you to speak with him tonight if it’s that urgent. “REALLY?! What time does he usually do his office hours?” I jumped a little with excitement. Boston ran his fingers through his blonde hair looking a little conflicted. I liked how he did his hair. It was shaved into a high fade on both sides and in the back, but he kept the top long enough for him to put gel in it and comb it straight back, making him look very business professional and body-guard-eque, or he could leave it and let is lay naturally like a little messy surfer boy hair style. His eyes were a gold

Beth waited with another foreign face whom she introduced to her as a stylist before leaving. Dean was his name. He styled her hair pulling them in a messy bun, lined her lips followed by applying a red-purple lipstick, and rubbed a small amount of powder on her face. "Alpha hates makeup. He likes beautiful girls without a flaw unlike her." A female voice laced with grudge filled the place.

“When do you go back to school?” “September.” He said as the phone rang, and he picked up the receiver, “Mallory’s Curl Up and Dye, this is Bennett, how can I help you?” “Come on back and we’ll get started on you,” Mallory said, placing a friendly hand on Electra’s back. “We’ll have a glass of wine and talk before we start curling or dying.” “No ma’am, the salon is closed this afternoon per the Alpha’s request,” Bennett said into the phone as his mom guided her client to the back. “Yes, ma’am, I can get you in tomorrow…”