Alpha Omega Barber Shop Novels & Stories

, smoothed down my hair, and pasted on a customer service smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Then I walked out onto the lounge floor. The first few hours were fine. Normal even. Old wolves trying to drink their regrets away. Young wannabe alphas showing off battle scars they probably got tripping over their own feet. You know, the usual. I served drinks, wiped down the bar, kept my head low like a good little bartender. Just another nobody. And then... the doors opened. I turned toward the door right as he walked in. Alpha Kol. He moved with arrogance. After all he was the alpha and he didn’t need to say a single word for everyone in the room to remember it.

But here, I felt like they were treating me like I was the next in line to the throne for goddess’s sake! “Oh! Well! She is the most beautiful of all those before her, that is for sure, Barb!” the first she-wolf omega giggled. Barb. The eldest omega’s name was Barb. I continued to listen and observe. “What’s your name sweetie?” Barb asked me as she spritzed some scent in my face making me cough before I could answer.

“And don’t forget we have a mating ceremony to prepare for — so don’t get us lost on our way back this time.” I chuckled humorously. “Oh, please, like you didn’t enjoy that extra hour in the woods with me.” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t contain her smile. “Fine, I did,” she admitted with a sigh. We walked hand in hand to the barbershop, the air buzzing with excitement and anticipation. As we entered, the hairstylist greeted us with the warmest smile he could muster. “Ah, the soon-to-be-mated couple! Ready for your lining, Alpha?”

she says to me. I turn to see the Alpha staring me down. He is the most enormous wolf I have ever seen. His long black hair hangs down his back. His boots click and clack as he walks over and sits next to me at the bar. He is shaking his head at me and clicking his tongue as he stares me down. “Are you lost, little girl?” Alpha asks me. “I think she might be, Alpha,” the bartender says. “Not your concern Lia, shut up and bring me a beer,” Alpha says to the bartender.

He watched the city streetlights go by, various sights and sounds and smells around him that could make anyone’s head turn. The car stopped at a building where the garish neon pink, blue and red signage kept glowing. The Alpha shook his head, moving towards the entrance of the club. After a few words and moments of waiting, he was inside the strip club, being led by a scantily clad girl to the door of the owner. He knocked once, opening the door to see a middle-aged bald man sitting behind the desk of which a plaque said ‘Ryan Poole’. The man stood, smiling lightly and walking over to shake Omari’s hand. “Alpha Omari of the Scarlet Pack, I presume?”

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.

I warned as she mumbled a sorry before leaving, shutting the door right. Gosh the girl I met must be part of the omegas, why didn't I think of this before when she said she was a distraction. Of course, I forgot the bar was different from any location. It was filled with alpha's and higher rank wolves in the first place, so they won't be able to directly attack him. I was so happy I met a member and this time I knew her face. I will be visiting the bar often to get to know her. Thinking about her, got me remembering how beautiful she was and her light smile was everything.

The Lamborghini drove like a flash in the darkness. After about a couple of hours, we stopped at Alpha's Bar. It's ironic to say, but it was Alpha Dylan who named his bar like that. The fact that we were near the human territory, he didn't mind being exposed. "My first time to come here. Look at the logo!" Andrew smirked. I also shook my head at the logo, which was the head of a black wolf. His wolf! "Well, he likes the spotlight once in a while!" Andrew nodded with me. That was Alpha Dylan's character, but we all became good friends even if we had different personalities.

“You got yourself a deal Alpha. Now take a seat at the counter and I’ll grab the first aid kit.” The Alpha eyed me long and hard, before he headed towards a bar stool. He wasn’t used to being told what to do. I could see his body practically shaking with rage he tried to contain. But it was likely also from the pain he tried to hide. But his cock didn’t seem to mind my disobedient mouth, it was still firm and standing at attention. My pussy also didn’t seem to mind he was a misogynist prick either. The pussy wanted what the pussy wanted. “You had better not get any ideas into that pretty head of yours,” he warned, eyeing my shotgun on the counter.

he asked, turning to face me. My heart stuttered. “Your plus one? But I don’t have anything to wear.” He chuckled, closing the distance until his heat pressed against me. “I’ll handle that, little fox. Just be ready by seven.” His thumb brushed my lower lip once, possessive before he turned and continued walking, leaving me stunned and taken aback. **** At six-thirty, a knock rattled the door. Three women swept in with garment bags and cases. “Alpha Damien’s orders,” the leader said, bowing to me.