Alpha Omega Barber Shop Novels & Stories

But when he saw Ashly walk in their school hall several years ago, he couldn't escape the charm that was brought by his wide smile. Then they were tasked with helping students in their school, and many of them are omegas. Alex wasn't a typical Alpha. He respects everyone, even Alpha or Omega. He was confident in his ability; he knew damn well he could pull this particular trick to earn more respect from Ashly. But what surprised him was Ashly's compliment. It's been a month, and for him, it's still new. He was helping others as well, as if he were really doing this for himself, more like Ashly. He managed to match Omega's emotions, and he helped them. That was how Alex found himself being dr

why dies that Alpha makes me feel so comfortable even when my heart was beating fast after seeing him staring at me when I woke up just his voice suited me immediately I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I wanted to leave the bathroom but then I noticed that my hair is becoming longer, why am I just noticing this right now, I adjusted my hair with my hand making it shorter, as soon as I get back to the park the first thing I'm doing is to trim my hair, I cannot afford to get caught. I got out of the bathroom and found out that the Alpha is gone, he left a note on the bed and I pick it to read the context

I retort as I head over to the mini bar in my office. My father slams his hand onto my desk, growling. “Enough of this! I did not leave this pack to you for you to destroy it. Now you will sit down and tell me what the fuck you have done.” I’m over him and his attitude. The pack was in a state before he left, and I’ve brought it back to life. I bare my teeth as I snarl back to him. “I am Alpha, not you old man.” He would do good to remember that once in a while.

We choose not to do anything that would cause mass hysteria. We respect the natural process of things, and the government stays at peace with us. Humans maintaining their political figures, and us keeping ours. Taking a long sip of my Jameson, I checked my phone. It was a quarter past five, and I knew that if I did not make it for the meeting with the Alpha from New York, he would complain to the others. He was quite the extraordinary character. A prima ballerina, if you will. Not a blue collar kind of guy like I am.

We arrived at the barbershop right on time. "Good morning, Alphas," the barber said as we entered. My father looked confused, as if another Alpha was on his territory without permission. "He's not an Alpha," my father corrected, glaring at me. The barber turned his neck in submission. "My apologies, Alpha and Louis. What can I help you with this morning?" No one wanted to piss my father off. The pack members avoided confrontation at all costs.

And the alpha pour us a drink and fixed me another shot up, we drank the liquor and he handed my the needle he said to hold on to that for a second he ran to door opened it there was another guys standing there the alpha ask him something he walked into the bathroom he wasn’t in there but a few mins he walked out drying off and throwing the towel on the floor the alpha then says NOW, MY DIRTY LITTLE SLUT, LOOK AT ME. That’s what I do he finally gives me their names and tell me that the three of them will be my Daddy’s that I will not be allowed to have anyone else touch me again only the three of them and that I will be moved to their pack and placed in the Omega quarter and serve as BIG DAD

“G-Get out!” Carlos blinks out of the stupor. “W-what, no, I’m not—” “Get. Out. Omega ,” the silver alpha snarls, voice raspy from disuse. It sends shivers up Carlos’s spine. . TBC

And this was, by far, the most entertained he'd ever been in this classroom. He was doing his best to keep his face neutral. As the Alpha, he knew he should reprimand them for disrespect. He glanced over his shoulder at the students and cadets. One look. That was all it took. Everyone quieted, laughter dying like a candle snuffed between two fingers. Shard was shaking. "Your insolence does nothing for the prestige of this institution. Especially not from some bastard omega servant." Nova held his gaze, not flinching. "And yet here you are, wasting your prestige talking to a bastard omega servant."

Raising my hand to scratch my shoulder, I cock my head and ask sarcastically, “You could have called. Why must you always show up like this? Uninvited.” “Well, because I am the Alpha. We don’t follow normal rules. We have our own we abide by, and it doesn’t involve humans’ niceties. If I need to fetch you, I will do it any time I want.” He states angrily as I watch his eyes start to glow again. Every time he becomes upset, his eyes do that, so I always know when I have gotten to him. “Alright, alright. Anyway, I need to get dressed. What is it exactly that couldn’t wait?” I ask absentmindedly as I shuffle around and try to find the pair of comfy jeans that I laid down a couple of days

Too many women and wine, just as Anabelle had counselled, was very dangerous. I moved through the tightly packed throng, making sure no one recognized me until I got to the bar. I watched the bartender deftly pull out drinks for a few seconds. And what a beauty she was, petite melanin with a shaggy mass of long, dark hair. She was a Beta. Each glass she filled was absolutely precise- just a bit below the brim and never gave any more or less than was necessary. She was in a heated argument with a tall hot Beta who stood at the other end. Both were shaped like hourglasses, with voluptuous busts in the company. They both looked gorgeous in their revealing, tight-fitting dresses. It was hard.