Alpha & Omega Cleaning Services Novels & Stories

As he walked toward the darker path leading away from the field, his presence lingered, heavy and undeniable, long after he was gone. The bond pulsed again. Subtle. Persistent. Like a quiet knock on a door he refused to open. Damon clenched his fists. Alpha instincts urged him to turn, to seek, to protect. To find the one tied to his soul and pull him close. Every instinct screamed that someone out there belonged to him, someone vulnerable, someone aching. An omega. That alone was dangerous knowledge.

“We should help them clean up.” “We are the Alpha and Luna.” he snorted. “We do not clean.” “That’s so obnoxious.” “You’ll have to get used to it.” “Seriously, I don’t want my wolves to clean it all up by themselves.” Maddox grinned. “Your wolves?” “Yes.” “Hmmm.” he smiled at the loving way she mentioned the pack. “Don’t worry. Derrick will do it. He’s the Omega. He gets all the shit jobs.” “And I told you that I’m going to change that.”

I stared at the mess all around me, knowing I would be up even longer tonight now, cleaning this all up while they were in bed sleeping. Sleep. Oh, I wish I could have the luxury of getting some decent sleep. “Oh, Alpha, Victoria here was just cleaning, and she fell. We were trying to help. Isn’t that right, girls?” Alice stated, to which her friends instantly agreed, causing the alpha to snap his eyes at me. “Is that correct, omega?” He thundered. I nodded. “Yes, sir. I will get it cleaned up immediately.” I began to clean it up, but he stopped me.

As he turned, an Omega grabbed his hand and gently pulled him away from the door. “Come on, we'll help you,” the Omega said. One grabbed a washcloth and a large fluffy towel from the cart, while the other pulled out a set of clothes and set them on the counter. The third Omega began helping him out of his thongs before helping his frail body step into the tub. The Omega had never been cleaned so gently before. He felt like an Alpha at a spa. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as the Omega began massaging his scalp while working the soap into his hair.

The Daytime Head Omega approaches me, letting out a cough before speaking. "Omega Elesi, today your cleaning duties are the Gamma's rooms. Make sure to do a deep clean - drapes, clothes, sheets, towels all laundered. Everything dusted and wiped down. Vacuumed and mopped. The full shebang." The last bit was said oddly, trying to sound 'hip' as the old folks call it. "Yes, Omega Hilda." I give her a polite smile and go off to find my cart to take up to the Gamma's rooms.

Slowly, I walk over and open the door. Two young omega ladies stand there with their postures timid, but their gazes steady. “Luna Stacy!” one of them asks softly, her voice tentative. I flinch at the title. “It’s just Stacy,” I correct her. She nods, but her expression doesn’t change. “We’ve been sent to clean your apartment.” I blink, taken aback. “What? That’s not necessary, I can handle it myself.” The second omega, who looks no older than nineteen, fidgets nervously with the hem of her apron. “We’re under orders from the Alpha. If we don’t do it, there will be consequences.”

child for a foolish reason. “Do it!” Jeremy barks and Mike’s eyes scrunch close immediately. “Now, what purpose do Omega’s hold, Mike? Since you so blatantly referred to them as ‘scum’,” he asks him, eyes still shut. Mike’s bottom lips quivers and he remains silent, as if with the wrong answer, Jeremy would rip his throat out. “It’s not a trick question, Mike. What do the Omega’s do?” Jeremy asks again, trying to remain calm. “Th-they c-cook, clean, l-laundry..” Mike stammered quietly, wincing after he gave his last word. “Right. They feed us, they clean up after us, they wash our clothes, essentially, they keep the pack running and keep us from being at each others throat. Now im

“A wolf has never been claimed by an Icelander before, so nobody knows if you are going to survive it. But since you survived the blood bond, I’m sure you’d be fine” I glare at him. “That doesn’t make me feel any better. I need to know now if I can survive it. I’m just an omega and…” “Cut it out Crinka. Alphas and omegas don’t actually matter here. If you’re weak, you’re weak and if you’re string, you’re strong”, Eloive says. “Thanks for not making me feel any better”. “You’re welcome”, he says with a smile, before leaving me alone with Ruarc.

He kept looking at me and I didn't want to give up on my goal. Focusing on what had brought me to this part of the pack, I made my way to the local pharmacy. When I entered the pharmacy, the thick smell of disinfectant and drugs filled my nostrils. The local pharmacy was filled with several clients, and I took a deep breath and looked at the Omegas who were waiting to be attended. Sensing my alpha aura, they bowed at me immediately as they knew when a superior wolf was in their midst. "Welcome, Alpha. What brings you here?" The lady behind the counter asked.

“She’s just an Alpha, not a rock star.” “Says you, Alpha.” Jessy remarked. “She is a total rockstar. And beautiful.” She added, nudging Liam with her shoulder. He blushed a deep shade of scarlet as dad parked the car and we climbed out. There was an Omega waiting for us at the front door. She was older than my father, probably old enough to be his mother or more. She had a black skirt and white shirt with a collar around the top, short sleeves and a name tag that said “Omega Shirley, House Manager.” She greeted us. “Alpha Gabriel, and Lunarflare pack. It is a pleasure to host you at Terra Firma. If you follow me, I will have some attendants lead you to your rooms for the night.” Her voice wa