Alpha Omega Barber Shop Novels & Stories

” Louis and Claire nodded their heads at this as she raised one of her eyes at them and said, “Are you two pulling my legs now. You guys know that Omegas aren’t supposed to be in such places. They are to stay at the workshop handling chores, have you forgotten?” She said shaking her head as Ambrosia persisted. “I know, we all know but we can’t afford to let you miss this, you need to feel like you belong here. I asked my mum and she said as long as nobody important notices you are there, you can come with us. You get to see Alpha Randy face to face and you don’t have to hear the story from us. Also I need someone to hold me when Alpha Randy confesses his dying love to me and says I am his ma

“Oh! That’s all? The Alpha holds office hours every week to meet with any pack member that would like to speak with him. I can take you to speak with him tonight if it’s that urgent. “REALLY?! What time does he usually do his office hours?” I jumped a little with excitement. Boston ran his fingers through his blonde hair looking a little conflicted. I liked how he did his hair. It was shaved into a high fade on both sides and in the back, but he kept the top long enough for him to put gel in it and comb it straight back, making him look very business professional and body-guard-eque, or he could leave it and let is lay naturally like a little messy surfer boy hair style. His eyes were a gold

''Of course, Miss, right away,” the bartender responded, but I could see the confusion in his eyes when he realized I was human. "Don't worry, I know I'm surrounded by werewolves," I explained with a giggle. "You read my mind," the barkeep admitted with a laugh. I glanced around the room and noticed the party was genuinely extravagant and in full swing with chatter and dancing. ''Who throws these parties?'' I asked, leaning my side against the bar. "The Alpha. He likes to get to know all of his pack,” he informed me, placing my drink in front of me with a smile.

The first was a female and she barely knew her that much since she's married to her mate. The second oldest was Cyrus, who stays in the alpha's household ever since he got his mate. Yeah, he is soon to be the next beta of their pack though. And the least oldest. Alexander. He has nothing to write home about, that is in Petal's point of view. Just like their father, he bully and picked on her, making everything more difficult for her. He cares less about her existence and make her do his work, watching his friends pick on her and turn her into a laughing stock, forgetting the fact that they are siblings.

The beards on his face were so much that his mouth was almost invisible. “When did you arrive?” the husky voice inquired. I used to think my father had the scariest voice but I was proven wrong right on the spot. I began a tireless palpitation as I struggled to crawl away from him, moving on my already-bruised elbows. Sporadic coughing flew out of my mouth in replacement for an answer to his question. He pulled me by my hair towards what seemed like a thatched house in the midst of forest ground. The chaotic noise diminished as we approached the onlookers—a large group of young females and a scanty number of males. All looking unkempt and scrawny. I could tell I was the oldest among the girl

Luna Rita took her hand again, and smiled. "Alpha's are made of half pride. They are wolf and pride. Not wolf and human. Their human side is crushed by their pride as soon as they attain power. Power is what they long for. It's what they need. Supremacy. No matter how much they have, it is never enough for them. Never challenge an Alpha unless his defeat is sure. Their pride will kill anyone." "Luna Rita, I am sorry to offend you, but may I ask where you got that scar from?"

Sleepy Joe was alpha, no scratch that, Sleepy Joe is alpha. Lyles couldn't believe it himself, but it was true. His father IS now alpha. Any well behaved son would be happy, proud even, but not Lyles. His father didn't deserve to be alpha, but winning the challenge, and killing his own niece proved otherwise. The pack wasn't interested in burying Crinka, no their self interest was celebrating their new alpha., The prisoner that Crinka had imprisoned were released, and Sleepy Joe demanded a new and better clubhouse. Was sure to cost a fortune, but Lyles knew, it wasn't going to matter, given his father was now alpha. It was really a great day for the pack, but not for Lyles. He had called the

Let alone to even protect ourselves. They had always focused more on the Alphas and Omegas. The Alpha because they are known to be a protector and the Omega for them to not be born with as much strength as the other. I kind of get the gist for the Omega section to hunt the inner part of the forest, however, the Alphas? Not so much. I thought they were the 'protector', at least that was what everyone had been telling me. Instead, all I could see was them cowardly hidden behind the title, when the Betas were continuously abandoned.

Of course he was late. Rayan practically jogged from the bus stop to the salon where Michael always had his hair done. It was in a somewhat quiet part of the city, where small shops occupied the bottom floor of buildings with housing above. The bright pink "Omega Safe" sticker was proudly displayed on the door, right under the "Service Animals Welcome" sticker. It meant that the shop stocked both emergency suppressants for omegas and tranquilizers for alphas, just in case anyone went into rut or heat. It also meant that omegas were safe to remove their collars while partaking of the salon's services. Rayan paused a moment to catch his breath before entering.

She dropped her hand and opened her eyes, the tears poured when she watched his back. She turned suddenly, her attention back to Kingsley, “I’m so grateful to you for bringing us home and saving my life somehow but I need you to leave too.” Kingsley began to argue, he wanted to tell her the alpha had telepathically ordered him to stay put and keep watch over her still. And when an alpha gave an order to a member of his pack or anyone inferior to him, it couldn’t be rejected or disobeyed. Instead he gave an apologetic nod to the ladies in the room and took his leave. He closed the door behind him but didn’t take another step, he planted his feet outside her door and did as he was ordered. Thi