Alpha & Omega Cleaning Services Novels & Stories

Sometimes, Omegas end up in Accounting or Procurement, but it’s usually to help around the office. “Best way to start is at the east side of the hall. Work your way to the staircase, then the same for the west side.” She points in each direction. “That way, you only have one pile of dust to clean at the end of the shift. If you have time on Saturdays, give a quick sweep. It will help make your job on Tuesdays that much easier.” “Thank you, Mrs. Church.” I pick up a broom and bow to her. “Ah, please. You’re Alpha now. You can call me Theresa.” She smiles at me.

If she sees the burnt meat she doesn't comment, her face set in that permanent scowl of hers as she glares at each of us. "Who's on cleaning duty today?" "That would be me, " I speak up. "The Alpha wants you to clean his office asap. Get moving! " She snaps when I don't move immediately. The bucket clanks against my feet as I hurry towards the large black house, ignoring the upturned noses of she wolves and their teasing about being smelly and dirty. I've been in the woods all morning and toiling in the sun. How clean did they expect me to smell?

Besides an excited growl, Lex didn’t push any boundaries. Instead, the alpha dutifully cleaned Azrin from his hair to the tips of his toes. There were only a few awkward fumbles. The first was when the alpha made a point to clean inside of Azrin instead of allowing the omega to clean himself. The second was when Lex decided he needed to pump the omega’s flaccid penis to clean it, giving him a half chub. The Brunet had nipped the alpha’s pectoral for that one, which only caused Lexus to laugh before conceding.

With an eye roll, I crossed my arms and waited for both of them to finish speaking. “Look, Cecilia, or what’s that your name? I can clean the windows myself. It is really not rocket science. All I have to do is spray on that solvent and clean with a rag in circular motions. Please, leave.” I stood there in place and I watched the conversation surprised me. He was an Alpha, and I was surprised to see that he knew so much about cleaning. Sure, he had only been the son of the former alpha, but now, he was the alpha himself, and even then he hadn’t had to do any work.

Landon “This is the place?“ I ask my secretary, Timothee, as I stare at the sex club across the parking space where my car is parked. “Yes, sir,” Timothee answers earnestly. “This club is very famous for having the most beautiful omegas that came from different cities, making it one of the alphas’—especially the dominant ones’—favorite places to go to if they want to be with an omega. One of the many reasons, aside from beautiful omegas, why many alphas frequent this club is for its privacy and its capability to hide their clients' information.“

look and stood up. She turned to D'Angelo and said, "I guess it's time to leave you two to discuss." He nodded, and I moved aside to let her go. I was glad the place was dark, despite feeling a little awkward being alone with the Alpha. Although werewolves have enhanced vision, I was sure no one was around. Even if someone was, D'Angelo was the alpha, and no omega could question him. He patted the chair where my mom had just left and said, "Sit."

Murmurs erupted like wildfire in the crowd. Their curious eyes roamed the slaves, and a few frowned on them while many Alphas had their eyes set on the omega females. A decade. That’s how long it had been since anyone laid eyes on a true female omega. Now, dozens walked in chains, wounded, silent, and in their prime. Ripe, pristine, and dangerously beautiful. A primal hunger sparked behind some of the Alpha's eyes. Their stares slithered like snakes across Freya's warriors. One Alpha couldn’t resist. He leaned to another, chuckling under his breath. “Prime little sluts.”

She could hear the noise of heavy footsteps and could sense the lingering auras around the formal sitting room. To think about it, she had summoned me because she wanted me to meet some of the Alphas of the West as the new omega and possibly a new Queen. It definitely sounded like some kind of a test but I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. Amanah was also clueless, so I came down an hour ago and from that time, I was talking with Granny. Now, the Alphas seem to have arrived. They were late, or maybe I was early. I didn’t know for sure but the look on Granny’s face was not a good one.

It was safer that way. “Sorry excuse me Luna Lilith we wanted to check what colour napkins you’d like?” Looking at the samples the omegas held out I looked them over before finally settling with the silver. It wasn’t as boring as the cream or beige, yet it wasn’t as tacky as the gold. The silver also held a meaning. Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts.

“This is what happens when you push me to the edge. When you make me fight for what’s mine.” The omegas, though brave, seemed to be overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the chaos. They fought alongside me, their skills complementing my own as we battled through the onslaught. Alpha Jo and Alpha Pax, freed from their restraints, joined in the fight with renewed vigor. The bonds that had once held them captive were now nothing more than distant memories as they embraced the fight with fierce determination.