Alpha Beauty Salon Warwick Novels & Stories

Tomorrow, she would be shooting a commercial for Lush Scar Removal Cream with the former director. Brittany said to Alex, “I called Hailey just now, and I’m going to walk around to check out the situation at City Salon and Belle Blossom. It’ll be clearer if I get feedback from the customers in person. Do you want to go together?” Alex shook his head. “Women’s salon... it’s better if I don’t appear so often. You can go together with Maya!”

He had booked the three of us in for nearly every treatment, and we were met at the door with glasses of Prosecco. “Sometimes it's good being close with the Alpha.” Summer whispered as we were shown through to the changing rooms. “Liam's very nice and approachable compared to some other Alpha’s,” Emma spoke up quietly. “I prefer my Alpha”, I joked. We had mud baths and hot stone massages, manicures and pedicures. We then had lunch and more Prosecco; then, they brought in dresses and shoes for us to try on. We all chose a new outfit which Liam had told them to bill him for. This party must mean a lot to him. We spent the afternoon getting to know Emma, and the more time I spent with her, the

God, I'm such a wreck! I should just forget him. But my heart just won't let me. I pace and fret, until I've run out the clock. Then the servers return with empty plates. "How did it go?" I ask them, eagerly. "Good," they say. "He seemed happy." I punch the air and smile to myself as I clean the dishes. Then suddenly, the room falls silent. The Alpha walks in. I swallow the lump in my throat. "Good morning, ladies," he says. "I want to come and personally commend you on an excellent breakfast. The food here is delicious."

Even if I wasn’t sure how far back I would go, having made too many mistakes that put more distance between us. I got into my car, gripping the steering wheel and screaming into the small expanse with frustration. The only thing left for me was to find out if the witch had been honest with her, so I dialed Melissa, ignoring the string of questions about my whereabouts and how I needed to get back asap. “I need you to find something out for me.” “Sure. What is it this time?” “There was a pack in Walnut Creek about twenty four years ago. See if you can trace who the Alpha was. And who his Luna was.”

Such a pretty little girl, that I almost wished that she was mine. Startled by this thought, I swallow hard and am pleasantly surprised when the waiter walks back out quickly with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He smiles at me briefly before placing the glasses on the table and then popping the cork “Alpha, may I?” He asks before handing Alexander the cork to smell the fragrance. Nodding, Alexander smiles and then states happily, “That will be fine.” Before the waiter pours exactly a half a glass for each of us. Bowing, he smiles and then says softly with a twinkle in his eyes, “By the way, I am Robert, but everyone calls me Bob.”

All at the Alpha's expense, I decided anyway, a small act of rebellion in the face of my impending fate. A warrior waited for us at the porch, and we got into a spacious luxury vehicle. The man knew where we needed to go, he was probably communicating with Alia through the mind link. When we arrived at an impressive building with promising advertisements of the services on offer, we got out. The four of us entered the building, where a team of stylists and therapists were waiting for us.

I squeeze a load into my palm and slap it over my chest, lathering it up before I offer the bottle to Anna. She laughs as she dribbles it over her tits, the filthy little minx making quite a spectacle of soaping her nipples. I brush her hands away and take over the job, soaping her nice and good before dipping my fingers between her legs. I lather up that delicious little pussy, washing our stickiness off her as she rests her head back against Kennedy’s shoulder. His hands palm her tits, his hair nearly as dark as hers under the showerhead. He kisses her wet hair and I browse the bottles on the rack for the fancy shampoo one of my last female guests left here.

He went inside and placed Sydney behind the counter on the ground and acted like he worked there. Jacob got out of the car and went into the cafe. He saw the close sign but he saw the unknown Alpha behind the counter. He went up to the cash register and looked around and everything looked cleaned and tidy. He felt like something was going on and didn’t know what. He couldn’t place his finger on it. “Hello Welcome to Sunrise Cafe, what can I get you?” The Alpha said and was trying to hide his nervousness. “Hello, you seem to have tidied everything already. I don't want to mess up too much,” he said in a calm voice.

Alpha Bruce stated while slamming his fist down on the table in frustration. “How about we go over numbers? I’ll pass around a sheet if you could all write down how many warriors you have, as well as how big your territory is, and then we can figure out where to send extra resources,” Sophia suggested, handing a piece of paper to the alpha sitting on the other side of Emma. “Where’s your father, Alpha Drake? Shouldn’t he be here for this meeting?” Alpha John asked with a frown. “He’s at home. I’m here representing our pack,” she replied calmly, ignoring his obvious jab. Her self-control was impressing me.

Pine and frost and furious, untamed power. An Alpha’s scent. And it’s coming from right behind me.