Alpha Beauty Salon Warwick Novels & Stories

' Chris blushed in embarrassment as his ears turned rosy pink. Moving forward, Chris does not seem to understand Isaac at all. Isaac was a Beta werewolf and most Betas Chris knew of; has gone crazy for Gammas like Cecilia, no matter their gender and hybrid status. Other than her ridiculously enlarged bosom, her whole body was a perfect top-notch. As compared to Nathan's and Isaac's Gamma basketball coach, Alessia Miller, Alessia was shorter than Cecilia, standing at just 5'2. Unlike Cecilia, Alessia was one rank higher than her when it comes to status as she was the middle-seed Gamma were-rabbit. Despite having well-built bodies, Chris found Alessia lacking in the chest area as she has a fla

This is worth the search, I don't know how to define this place, I stepped out of the car and looked around No wonder he's called the Alpha, he is crazily rich, I mean filthy rich, this place looks like just another world "Go meet your husband, you won't see him standing outside," My conscience said "You're right" I muttered and started walking in. I walked inside and wooops, this place is heaven….everyone is busy doing one thing or the other with his or her laptop, I walk towards the receptionist, from the look of things I already knew Wane is a strict boss

said a shivering Micah on his knees with the rest of us after hearing him introduce himself. Every wolf who has heard of the Lord Alpha - protector of all and our true king as a child, knows how dangerous and deadly he can be when angered. 'What the fuck?' I said to myself. Was I just playing Hanky Panty with the Alpha of all Alphas? No alpha would want an Omega, vane, or a Dhormot around them as a company. Since I can't smell any Wolf on him, he's not mated. Lord Alpha Radulf is well known for being insatiable. It is said that he doesn't share his bed with a wolf twice.

I tried to keep my expression cold, unflinching. “What’s your name?” I asked, my voice firm. “Names are funny things,” he replied, his tone still maddeningly calm. “They give people power—or take it away.” I clenched my fists, wanting to wipe that smirk off his face, yet drawn to it all the same. “Well, you certainly don’t have any power here.” He chuckled, low and dark. “If you say so, Alpha.” ---

"Certainly not, but I'm sure you need something to clear your throat. You've been yelling too much lately, Alpha." Sharp eyes pierced Aaron, but he remained calm as before. He seemed unafraid to confront the Alpha's truly unstable emotions of late. "Please, Alpha Oscar." Aaron placed the tea on the Alpha's desk. His demeanor was polite and full of etiquette, especially with a smile that continued to grace his face. He provided the best service possible, even though the Alpha had the opposite expression—disheveled, tired, and oppressed.

The heavy steam inside the Silver Cascade Room rose up like a thick white wall, but the real heat came from the massive Alpha wolf standing behind me. Alistair Greymark reached around my front, his thick, heavy length pressing tight into the crevice of my soapy ass cheeks while his rough hands worked the herbal suds into my hair. Every single stroke of his fingers against my scalp felt like pure electric fire, sending wild sparks straight down my spine to the tight, aching core of my male omega body.

Alpha Sebastian sat in the backseat, arms crossed over his broad chest, his eyes fixed on the pink-lit establishment. He lowered the window, studying the facade with growing curiosity. "Sawyer, what kind of place do you think this is?" From the driver's seat, Beta Sawyer squinted at the building. "Some kind of beauty salon or wellness center, I'd guess." Alpha Sebastian's jaw tightened. "What else?" Beta Sawyer looked more carefully, noting the floral decorations. "Maybe a dessert shop? The rose scent is quite strong - could be one of those places that makes rose pastries."

I sloughed over the seat immediately, trying to catch my breath back. II had never seen an eye so dreadful. I lifted the plates immediately, my legs moving to return the sandwich which the Alpha had abandoned, but I felt a strong pull into a very beautifully decorated room, with lots of strange smiles. "You need to look nothing but absolutely perfect for our Alpha. " One of the women said, before pushing me over to the bed. It was a queen sized bed. The decorations of the room screamed royalty. The sweet scent of the candle, the chandelier and the artworks were perfect enough to calm anyone.

I put a spoonful of omelette to a palm-sized toasted bread before taking a bite, when the Alpha finally lifted his gaze, from his chocolate-drizzled waffles with a cloud of cold whipped cream atop it. “What?” I continued to chew my food, ignoring the mess and my manners. “Where are your manners?” he asked. I swallowed, “Right where I left them.” My eyes shot right outside, to the western horizon where the towering mountain that contained the entrance to The City Under. The Alpha heaved a deep sigh. “You should call it back then. They are watching us.” And by ‘they’ he means the customers. The family of the more privileged Betas, Healers, Deltas, Warriors, and so on.

He comes around helping me out of the truck and we walk into the salon, hand in hand. A young she-wolf greets us as we walk in. “Alpha, Luna.” She inclines her head to each of us. “I have you all ready to go.” She’s looking over my hair as she’s talking. “Your hair is beautiful. It’s rare to see someone with hair so white.”