Alpha Omega Barber Shop Novels & Stories

That moment shattered when Alpha returned. He stepped back onto the patio, transforming from his massive obsidian wolf with silent, stunning speed. He was magnificent, towering, his body slick with sweat and the residue of his powerful run, clad only in his dark briefs. He moved toward the doors, but paused, his gaze fixing on me. His eyes, dark and sharp, lacked their usual chilling amusement. They held a strange, confusing intensity, almost a softness that made my breath catch. “You look less ghostly. Did you obey, Omega?” His voice was rougher than usual, deeper, carrying the residual energy of his run.

I thought deep, I could get a relaxing massage from anyone or anywhere but for some reason I wanted someone naive, someone who was nothing in ranks and could never say no, let alone be able to stare at me. Making a call, I summoned my personal maid, Stella, who had been assigned to me since I became Alpha. She was blonde, had light silvered hair, which she put in a ponytail, and embedded on her face were eyes as red as fire. She wasn't that beautiful, but she was a perfect candidate. With a breath-taking curvy figure, she was the perfect one to have before the ceremony. She knocked on the door as I gestured for her to come in. I had been waiting, desperately and patient, since I called.

Adom feels a weird sense of déjà vu as he enters the same bar where he met Alexander just a few weeks ago. The only difference now is that Alexander and his friends are with him instead of just beside him. He slides into a booth with Alexander as Man and Jace go order their whole group a few drinks. Adom starts feeling a little self-conscious at how overdressed he is, it makes him continuously fiddle with his hair. Alexander notices it after a while, hand coming up to brush aside his bangs. The gel in Adom's hair is shiny in the dim lights of the bar and his bangs refuse to stay put. "You look great, I like the hair" Alexander tells him, so effortless as if he means it. Adom can't help the w

For the alpha to have returned from his extended business trip, Barach was certain that things were getting extremely serious in Silverdale. "This must be the witch," the alpha stated even as the crowd of werewolves all around the table parted to give Barach an unobstructed view of the man. His hair was just beginning to turn silver behind his ears and in his close-cropped beard, but otherwise he had the same look and quiet authority that his son had. The only real difference was the tone she heard in the alpha's voice. From the moment he spoke, it was clear he didn't have any great love for witches.

VALEN’S POV- “What’s my Alpha doing in a place like this?” Albert the old bartender had the nerve to joke as he wiped down the triple-fronted bar counter with a chuckle. “It’s a bar. What crime have I committed?” Although he was jesting, I was in a foul mood. Arbitration Day with those bumptious Alphas has finally ended. Things at Alpha Camp were going well with Valiant. Devin’s still in his coma and Raina seems to be in a bad mood. She was madder than a fucking hornet and shanghaiing my mental space.

The bartender, obediently served him his drink not minding the other customers who had come earlier. "Who owns this bar?" He asked. "M..m..m..me. I own this… shop." He stammered. "I see." He turns to my direction, giving me a long glare. "Keep your eyes away." He said to me before going to make himself comfortable on an empty table. I was very much interested in the scent of what he just said. I can't tell what kind of wolf has such a smell, I wish Alpha Leonard was here, he would have detected it already.

I said with utter shyness and softness. “One small mug for the Luna,” Alpha Vance ordered as if he’d been a longtime patron of this tavern, “and the usual for me.” I spun around as we waited for our order, observing the drinkers. I think I am the only female here as of now, apart from the Omega barmaid, casually cleaning tables from spilled mugs and scattered morsels from the food that was ordered. The Omega seemed not to care or was already used to the huge males surrounding her every day. From towering Warriors and bulky Betas, she just minded her own business despite those intimidating males' presence.

His co-worker, John, gives him a ride while the other two, Nick and Steven, follow behind in their own ride. After driving for a few minutes, they arrived at a small, dark brown bar. The stale scent of beer, cleaning product, and cigarette greeted Alpha Brentwood's nose when he walked in. His co-worker spotted a group of three young and beautiful college girls the moment they stepped into the bar, and immediately, they walked over to them, leaving Alpha Brentwood. Alpha Brentwood headed straight to the bar counter and sat down. "Give me your strongest drink," he told the bartender. The bartender quickly poured the drink into a glass.

And embarrassing to admit, I really had no one else. “A small sacrifice to make my brother’s jaw fall from his face, Holly,” Shei excitedly whispered to me while the hair dresser was busy working on my long, way chocolate brown hair. Never in my whole life my hair was touched by someone other than Alpha Evan and it slightly made me anxious that my stylist was a guy. He looked kind though, and he made sure I was always comfortable.

Surprisingly, they had so many Alpha guards standing at the door, despite this bar being an illegal place with no official license. "Hey, I heard that Alpha is coming here right now! Do you want to bet, who will get his heart?" An Omega in a super skimpy outfit, wearing a dance mask before they entered the bar. But that was not what caught my attention. She mentioned an Alpha who was allegedly one of the new customers at this bar. Strangely enough, even though they said the Alpha was a frequent visitor, their conversation said that not even an Omega could win his heart. 'Then what did he come to a place like this for? If not to find an Omega that he can use her body on.' I thought looking sa