Alpha Omega Barber Shop Novels & Stories

The next thing he knew, he had an arm over his shoulders and a nose pressed up against his neck. "Dang baby, you smell good. Want to get out of here? This Alpha can make you feel amazing." Ash tensed and looked over. He tried to shrug the guy's arm off, but it wouldn't budge. He looked over to his right and saw that Alex's seat was now empty. Ash started to panic for a minute when suddenly the guy's arm was yanked off of Ash and the guy was being spun around in the bar stool. "Don't you ever touch my omega again. I should rip your throat out right now for touching him and making him feel uncomfortable," Alex growled, his eyes glowing gold.

’ Ah, I thought, here we go. ‘Do you know how much Alpha David pampers his wolf? He even bought a shampoo company for his wolf, and he made a custom, global, limited edition shampoo because his poor wolf has some hair loss. Alpha David washes his fur with a different scent of top-of-the-range shampoo. Every. Single. Day. And what about me, Hunter? Although my fur is soft and beautiful,’ he said smugly,

A word about the passing of the great Alpha of the Green Hill pack, aka my father, has spread, which puts our pack in the line of vision for unseen attacks. Four days ago, I was in the arena training when we heard a scream. Strangely enough, we weren't able to scent the vile creatures, which means they had masked their scents. And the most disturbing thing is they were able to break past our magical barrier unnoticed, which means they have to be dealing with a witch as well. And though Jeremy and our other witches have reinstated the boundary, I am still not confident that we won't get attacked again. It's a common thing when an Alpha dies and a younger person takes over. Challenges arise, b

said a shivering Micah on his knees with the rest of us after hearing him introduce himself. Every wolf who has heard of the Lord Alpha - protector of all and our true king as a child, knows how dangerous and deadly he can be when angered. 'What the fuck?' I said to myself. Was I just playing Hanky Panty with the Alpha of all Alphas? No alpha would want an Omega, vane, or a Dhormot around them as a company. Since I can't smell any Wolf on him, he's not mated. Lord Alpha Radulf is well known for being insatiable. It is said that he doesn't share his bed with a wolf twice.

I don’t want to entertain the thought that I was reaching for her. No way was I reaching for her. “Have you ever tended a bar before?” She whimpers something that sounds like a no. “Speak up Omega” “No, I haven’t”. This might just be fun. “I’ll be entertaining some guests this evening at the pack bar to the left of the compound. Something will be provided for you to wear. Make sure you entertain them whatever way they want. Am I clear?” She looks up as if in disbelief. The nerve of her. “Yes, Alpha. Very clear” Good.

I held my head high, adjusting the leather jacket and fur coat that adorned my body. “Welcome, Alpha Michael.” The bouncers greeted me warmly, ushering us past the line and chasing the other patrons back. This was no mere club, but one of the most popular establishments in our pack, always streaming with life. We strode into the bar, heading straight for the bartender. But before I could place my order, I felt a delicate hand wrap around my waist. Turning, I found myself face-to-face with a petite omega, her green eyes locked onto mine.

Dominco was already attracting lots of attention to himself and he didn't want anything getting into the media so he dropped him, letting him fall with a thud to the ground. Coughing, the bartender replied being scared for his life,the grip in which he was held had been very strong he felt he was going to choke and then probably die,he almost pissed his pants. "She left already!" "Why?" Dominco asked as he watched the bartender struggle to breathe. "It's alpha's special and she's an omega,you get it?" Now understanding the situation and why the girls earlier were not affected it was probably because they were beta's.silently walking out of the bar, people stared and gave way after seeing him

She asked, her tone making me shiver uncontrollably. “I.. uh…” I stammered; I wanted to explain to her that I was there per orders of the wolf king, but I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. “Can’t you read?” She barked. “Oh wait… you are an omega. Of course, you can’t read.” She rolled her eyes as she said that last part. “No omegas allowed in my store.” “I’m sorry?” I asked, trying to keep my tone even. “This store is for Alphas and Betas only. Wolves like you belong in a thrift store. Look at your disgusting clothing. You make me sick just looking at you…”

Ophelia's POV "I am Ophelia Starkingstein, daughter of the late Beta Harrison of Stormridge Pack.” He remained silent for several seconds after I spoke. Although I kept my head lowered in submission, I felt the weight of his Alpha aura settle over me as he assessed every word I spoke. "What is an omega doing alone near a restricted border at this hour?" he asked calmly, quiet authority woven through his voice. I swallowed hard and tightened my fingers around the fabric of my dress.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.” This time, she didn't just close the catalogue. She dropped it on the desk so she could focus fully on me. “Now, what's going on? Still hung up on your secondary gender?” It had been a week since I differentiated into an omega, and Debra, like my family, has been super worried about me. They thought I would either do something rash, or get bullied by the alphas. “As if.” I reached for the catalogue and flipped through it fast before turning to her, eyes sparkling as I leaned down to whisper, “How do you snag up an alpha?”