Novel & Cerita Alpha Omega Barber Shop

I heard from the rumors that he doesn't like associating with women and spends most of his time in the hospital lab with his research. "Why is Mallory's scent here? Is she the one in the ward?" Alpha Bowen demanded, taking me by surprise that he knew Mallory too. I raised my head to peer at him, but the way his orange eyes held mine made me slightly uncomfortable. It was disrespectful to look at an alpha directly in the eyes, most especially a lower-class omega like myself.

From the packaging, I could tell it was an expensive brand and not one I had heard of, but then again, we usually used our own brands rather than take anything from the werewolves… I squirted a large dollop of what smelled like shea butter shampoo onto my hand and applied it to my wet locks. I closed my eyes rinsing off and felt so glad he had allowed me to bathe. It was probably his only decent act since he had brought me here… I applied some conditioner, enjoying the way my fingers slid through my locks before I turned the shower off, not wanting to take longer than he gave me. I stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself, before taking another of the towels and drying my

The heavy steam inside the Silver Cascade Room rose up like a thick white wall, but the real heat came from the massive Alpha wolf standing behind me. Alistair Greymark reached around my front, his thick, heavy length pressing tight into the crevice of my soapy ass cheeks while his rough hands worked the herbal suds into my hair. Every single stroke of his fingers against my scalp felt like pure electric fire, sending wild sparks straight down my spine to the tight, aching core of my male omega body.

I know my punishment can't possibly be more than whipping, unlike some omegas that were stripped naked in front of the pack. Alpha Baron made it clear that Omegas have no place in his pack and we all are treated as nothing but an entertaining tool to keep them busy but I won't go down without some stunts. “Are you okay?” I heard my wolf asking at the back of my head while I smiled lightly nodding my head even when I knew she couldn't see me. “What's your name?” I found myself asking. I know it's my right to be curious about my wolf but I feel like I'm getting way ahead of myself.

"Certainly not, but I'm sure you need something to clear your throat. You've been yelling too much lately, Alpha." Sharp eyes pierced Aaron, but he remained calm as before. He seemed unafraid to confront the Alpha's truly unstable emotions of late. "Please, Alpha Oscar." Aaron placed the tea on the Alpha's desk. His demeanor was polite and full of etiquette, especially with a smile that continued to grace his face. He provided the best service possible, even though the Alpha had the opposite expression—disheveled, tired, and oppressed.

I followed his trail under the hungry gazes of strange beings. The owner of the workshop waved and then cleaned his dirty hands. "Alpha Rae." Rae refused to shake hands with people. He disregarded the man's civility and kept a wary eye on every crevice of the ancient workshop. "Is my car ready?" he inquired, as the man withdrew his hand feeling small. "There are a few tweaks remaining to do, Alpha." "That's not important. I need it now."

He left and that was the last I ever saw of him. *Next day* I was spaced out, looking out the window, thinking about last night. He didn't even tell me his name, well I didn't tell him mine either but I would've, if he bothered to ask. "Tonigawa Academy, huh?" I sighed. "Are you planning on going there?" Daichi asked. "It's for Alphas only, remember?" I sighed again. "No, it isn't." He replied. "2 years ago, they started accepting omegas and betas, spilling some equality nonsense."

I squeeze a load into my palm and slap it over my chest, lathering it up before I offer the bottle to Anna. She laughs as she dribbles it over her tits, the filthy little minx making quite a spectacle of soaping her nipples. I brush her hands away and take over the job, soaping her nice and good before dipping my fingers between her legs. I lather up that delicious little pussy, washing our stickiness off her as she rests her head back against Kennedy’s shoulder. His hands palm her tits, his hair nearly as dark as hers under the showerhead. He kisses her wet hair and I browse the bottles on the rack for the fancy shampoo one of my last female guests left here.

He comes around helping me out of the truck and we walk into the salon, hand in hand. A young she-wolf greets us as we walk in. “Alpha, Luna.” She inclines her head to each of us. “I have you all ready to go.” She’s looking over my hair as she’s talking. “Your hair is beautiful. It’s rare to see someone with hair so white.”

"A-Alpha Lucas. Forgive me, I didn't—" "Cut it. Not your tongue. Her hair." He worked in silence after that, blades flashing. Strands fell like dead leaves, revealing sharp cheekbones beneath. The girl's eyes widened in the mirror, a fawn seeing its first storm. When he finished, she resembled a beautiful boy - all edges and defiance. The barber hovered, trembling. "Your beard, Alpha? On the house." I met my reflection in the mirror and I did need a trim. "I mean, you look raggedly handsome this way, Alpha Lucas," the hairdresser added nervously. "Very... Alpha-like... I mean..."