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?

Frustration, maybe, clean and controlled, the kind that comes from a man who expected an answer and got a question instead. "You're suppressing your scent," he says. The hall goes very quiet. Not a question. A fact, stated in front of thirty witnesses, which means the next ten seconds are going to define something and I need to decide what. I say nothing. "That's a Delta-rank herb." Still that flat Alpha tone. Informational. "Omegas don't use it." "Omegas don't buy it," I say. "Not the same thing." Someone near the back makes a sound. Swallows it.

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.“

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.

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.”

It seemed the Alpha’s family stayed here alone, unlike many other Alphas that liked to have the Beta and Gamma families residing with them. “ You are His Highness’ omega? ” Loralei asked as we climbed the stairs. I looked around, at the bland grey and white sofa sets in the living room, and only hummed as a reply. “ How many tests have you failed until now? ” She asked another question. “ I don’t know. ” I mumbled. I couldn’t make an enemy out of her by telling her that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to be failing any tests until now.

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.