Alpha Massage Huntington Beach Novels & Stories

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.

“You don’t look…good.” “Thank you.” I smiled at his compliment. “Come.” He stretched out his hand, and I gladly took it. When we arrived at the healing lodge, I found myself admiring the place all over again. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. The same woman who had attended to me earlier approached us with a smile. “Welcome, Alpha. Welcome, Luna. We’re pleased to have you. What would you like to begin with? A hot bath, massage, or pedicure?”

But some instinct stopped her. *** Carlisle glanced at his phone, frowning slightly. He’d tried reaching Helen twice that morning, but she hadn’t picked up either time. She was usually quick to respond, even if just with a short text. He brushed it off, deciding he’d stop by and check on her later that evening, but the unease lingered in the back of his mind. His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts and focused on the task at hand. "Carlisle," Asher’s voice was brisk, all business. "I just got off the phone with the Alpha of the Thunderbolt Pack. I’ve arranged a joint training session. They’ll be bringing their beta and some warriors. They’re set to arrive in a week."

Was she crying? “Accept the rejection, it will ease the pain” Gathering up every strand of strength she had, Yvonne ignored the waves of excruciating pain slamming through her body and took another breath. “I Yvonne Marshall….” She cleared her throat “Accept the alpha’s rejection” The moment the last word left her lips, the pain stopped so suddenly, her knees almost gave out from the rush of relief. Was that supposed to make her feel better? She didn’t feel a little bit better.

The other two spring forward to attack in a blur of fur while heavy footsteps drum against the floor, Reid and Gray rushing in behind the wolves and heading straight for Fallon and Serena. It's the Alphas. All of them. Theo, Jax, and Brock work together in their wolf forms like trained assassins to corral Daniel, sinking their teeth into his flesh in an effort to disarm him. I’m not sure which one of them got shot, but whoever it was isn’t showing any signs of injury as the three of them savagely rip into him as more gunshots pop off. Chase dives back on top of me to pull the last splintered piece of wood from my binds, planting his hands and knees on either side of my body and pushing up to

The ancient trees, once a beacon of protection and strength, now stood silently as sentinels, testifying to the storm brewing within. Inside the stone-built Alpha Hall, in the heart of Hampton, **Maxine** paced back and forth. The always-composed one was upset by the tremendous weight of her worry. Her golden eyes, so vibrant an inheritance of her bloodline, were feral with anxiety as she gripped her fists at her sides. She did look up, however, toward **Alpha Alph**, her husband and the steady leader of their pack.

Axle made a show of dramatically inhaling the salty woodsy scent that swirled around us. “You smell that Alpha? This Luna of ours dragged our salty asses all the way to the ocean”

she jokes while bopping down through the entryway. Her hair is in a perfectly high ponytail and her ass is straining beneath her gym shorts. For a petite thing, she has killer curves. I adjust my pants, hoping that my semi isn’t obvious. As if the timing couldn’t get worse, Alpha Amos starts making his way downstairs. “Alpha Bronson! Beta Bram! Welcome to the East Moonrise Pack!” And thus the awkward week begins.

Our omegas and warriors get to interact with each other just as much as our ranked members do. There are two standing Alphas who won’t be attending this competition, Alpha Amelia, our only female Alpha, and Alpha Dutton. Alpha Amelia is dealing with her mate, Calvin, who has been in a coma for a couple of months now, after being attacked by Koden. He set off a bomb that had exploded when Calvin had been driving to a previous competition. He'd nearly died and has had to have many extensive surgeries to save his life while he's remained in a coma. He's only now being taken out of his medically induced coma to wake up on his own. It’s well known that Koden wants Amelia, but so far, he hasn’t be

"So here's the thing. Our team is looking for a massage therapist who can handle an Alpha werewolf. More or less like your current job. If possible a woman as well since our new player requested that." Oh so the rumor of the new player being an Alpha werewolf is true. If that's the case then I should warn Grayson to be more careful because it's possible he'll face the new player in one of the games. Alpha vs Alpha. That will definitely be fierce. So I want Grayson to prepare himself. After all, he had never fought a fellow Alpha, only a Beta. "You want to ask me for a recommendation?" Martin shook his head. He then placed both hands on the table and leaned forward. "I intend to recruit you.