Alpha Bottom Novels & Stories

Him. A tightness stretched at her throat. He wore the same outfit as every other driver that worked for the mistress; resplendent grey gabardine trousers pressed to a knife edge, the collared shirt creases thrice across the back in military fashion, a leather whip encircling his left hip that she had seen him use to woo the female servants as he cracked it expertly in the air, drawing figures in the air, curling it like a serpent around his bicep as if the item was simply an extension of his arm. She judged him to be no older than twenty-two; a young man fresh from the army hired to work in a position for a lycanthrope second-in-power to the Alpha.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ve been asked to serve you water.” "I thought you said amber eyes are a normal phenomenon here, do I get discriminated against too?" She smiled stretching out her arm. "Wren." She said calmly like she hadn't provoked me enough. I clicked my tongue and seat her hand away. "You're too pompous to be a slave. An Alpha?" "Yes, and you?" She rubbed her hand through it and I growled. "A Beta. Girl, take out your coat. In New Orleans, there is only one Alpha." She raised her head looking ahead of us. "Alpha Ryder Loworth."

“The Alpha is dead.” The book in my hand dropped to the floor.

could tell how much weight he'd lost and how empty his brown eyes looked. "Pay your respects to the Alpha, guard." Alan's voice broke into the brief silence the room sank into at Tybalt's arrival. My Beta drew the attention of Tybalt to himself but didn't even flinch at the death glare Tybalt sent his way once he took his eyes off me. The insulting way with which he said the last word was enough for a proud man like Tybalt to want to kill my Beta. Tybalt still had Alpha blood in him but as a Beta, it was part of Alan's nature and job not to cower regardless of the person he gets himself involved with. Alan merely stood and returned the glare. "Leave us," I commanded. Alan turned to look at

I said to him sitting on the floor where I fell and nursing my temple. "And you need to watch what you say about my family," he retorted in anger. Darrell hasn't been the same ever since his mother, who's the Luna of our pack was accused of murder; it is claimed she allegedly killed the Beta of our pack who was formerly the Gamma but rose in ranks through 'dubious' means. Before he maneuvered his way to that position, my father was Beta; but Darrell chose to keep me as his Beta and made sure everyone in our generation referred to me as such. It honestly felt weird, bearing the Beta title while my dad bore the Gamma title.

Or maybe he's just trying to corner her. "What makes you say that? I'm a Beta!" Allie protested as soon as she found her voice. The omega wanted to finish off with an incredulous laugh, to undermine how ridiculous his words were, but the idea that it would come out as nothing more than a scratchy, breathless sound held her back. That would only make the omega seem suspicious. Out of the corner of her eyes, Allie could see the Alpha move until he suddenly stood in front of her. She had no other chance but to look up at him.

Same as the beta and alpha- woodsy, musky, sort of earthly but less. Red wags her tail, proud of herself. While my nose is playing detective, both Jeb and Jax slightly tilt their heads downward then- a sign of submission when our alpha walks further into the room. Jeb is still by the sink, a plate in his hand when the beta walks in behind the alpha. His nose and mouth go up on one side showing me his dislike; either of me or being in an omega house. Possibly both.

Fortunately,Fortunately, there is no alpha in that area. I immediately called a taxi and told the driver where I was going. I closed my eyes and then thought. The Alphas areare given thethe giftgift that they have beautiful faces, bodies, and lives. They are smart and really leader-type, so that's not surprising. Betas are able to live without obstacles because they are not affected by pheromones, but we omegas are not. In the social hierarchy, we omegas are the lowest.

Alpha Dior said with a smile. It was obvious on Aries' face that he was disappointed when he heard what Alpha said. I don't know why but I just ignored it. After our conversation, Aries said his goodbyes while Alpha Dior looked at the names of the Tournament contestants. "Add me to the list, Alpha," I said. "Besides, Crema. Prepare yourself first," replied Alpha. "If you're afraid that I'll get hurt in the battle, that means you have a low opinion of me," I insisted.

Lina sighed in defeat, though she couldn't hide the smile on lips. A low scoff had my eyes pulled towards the owner. The brunette met my eyes while raising his brow on me. It was the first time I really took in his features, I wonder what his name is. I always saw them collectively together which I assume they must have been really close with each other. I squinted my eyes towards him, assessing him before my eyes bulged. He's a Beta. But how can he produce that much aura which could go in par with an Alpha?