Alpha & Omega Cleaning Services Novels & Stories

Gavin’s been on the look for a true Iota since I came here, and I’m sure it’s one of the few reasons he let Trent keep me. ‘An Iota can control and influence a pack in a way an Alpha never could,’ Mary told me once. ‘The scent that comes off of her makes every wolf want to make her happy, and her need for her Alpha swells his pride past his eyes.’ She’d taken my hand and made sure I was looking at her before she carefully whispered, ‘Remember child, that it’s the Iota’s who hold the actual power amongst the wolf shifters.’ My father would have sought the affection of his Luna, just another reason I’m sure we were always on the run as children. He was madly in love with my mother, his mate. I

I should get used to it as I might have to perform sexual acts in public. “Alpha, you summoned us.” One of the warriors speaks. “Yes, take this omega to the dungeons and prepare for a public whipping. I will have a few other warriors patrol around here to make sure no rogues found her scent.” “As you wish, Alpha.” They both say in unison. “Oh, and no one is to touch her. The omega is mine.” “Yes, Alpha.” They say again in unison as the Alpha pushes me toward them. They each take one of my arms. What does the Alpha mean I’m his?

I slam the door behind me. And lock it. My fingers are shaking as I pull out my phone. It’s time for Plan B. I searched online for some reputable agencies for Omega escort services. I’d looked into it once, a long time ago, for research. They provide legal, safe, consent-based companionship for Alphas in rut. The line picks up on the second ring. “Golden Moon Agency, how may we assist you tonight?” “I need an Omega,” I say, voice clipped. “Now.”

As the wolves did their duties in the fastest way possible, Alfred dialed Luna's number, happy when she picked up on the first ring. "I am on my way already." She spoke first before hanging up. The tension in the pack house was already on the loose as everyone cleaned and scrubbed—beta and omega. The omegas had been glad until this hour. Now they all wore long faces as Alfred, the leader of the Wolfgang, inspected their work. The hallways must be thoroughly cleaned. The chairs must be empty of dust. Everything must be immaculate. The alpha of alphas is coming home, and no one wants to pay with their heads. Of course, the news of the dead Alpha reached their ears. If an alpha could die at his

Winter POV: As soon as we got downstairs, an elderly woman appeared. I quickly learned that Mrs. Hicks, the head omega, assigns everyone their duties. Being assigned by Mrs. Hicks to clean the Alpha office and conference room left me somewhat dissatisfied. It saddened me that Emmily and I wouldn't collaborate. After receiving my assignments from Mrs. Hicks, I gathered the cleaning supplies and headed to the third floor. The conference room was my first stop, and thankfully, it was empty. I immediately began cleaning and left once I was done. Opening it, I stumbled back, eyes wide with shock as Alpha stood before me, smirking maliciously. His stare was the worst part; it was repulsive, trigge

Sitting down in the laundry room I waited for everything to finish up before going back up with freshly cleaned linens, towels, and clothes for the Alpha Heir. As I put everything away in their respected places I left to head down to the kitchen for clean up. When I entered the kitchen it was almost fully empty, I walked around to the dishes where I began gathering everything up before bringing it all towards to the sink for me to begin cleaning when I was stopped. "Who said you were cleaning in here today?" "I apologize, I have all week so I assumed..." I had lowered my head, avoiding eye contact as the head Omega began speaking to me again.

Elora headed outside, looking around the corridor for a slave to ask some questions, and luckily, she saw one heading her way and quickly approached her. " Hi, please excuse me." The slave halted her steps upon her call, " is anything the problem?" the slave who seemed older asked, " Sorry for bothering you, I just wanted to ask some questions," " Okay," she nodded her to proceed, " Did someone clean the Alpha's room?" " Which of the Alphas?" " Alpha Larsen," " No," " No? But it was totally clean," " No one cleans the room, his room is always clean, our job is just to make sure there isn't dust of any kind,"

The kind that made you wonder if he was laughing at you or saving you. *********** The sunlight was blinding outside the Alpha’s office, sharp and unrelenting after the gloom inside. As I made my way toward the west wing of the pack house, the brightness stung my eyes. I blinked, adjusting, and instinctively scanned the courtyard for the only two people who mattered. I caught sight of Caius’s mop of curls first, bouncing in the light. Then I saw them. Four omegas. Clustered tight. Surrounding my sons.

No… we just finished cleaning. “Something to say omega?” Leiah asked, crossing her arms over her chest. I looked at every person who spent the last few hours gathering sticks and leaves. Every face is downcast except the on-looking Alphas. Kade was watching us. As was Harlow, the alpha female with the long white hair who helped Leiah kick me out of Alpha Castle the last time I was there. They were with their other friend who completed their trio. “We just finished cleaning those places,” I said through clenched teeth.

Her grandmother looked at her, causing Alexa to slightly shake her head and try to calm the strange thumping of her heart. They were led to a large sitting room comfortably furnished with paintings of wolves on the walls. "Please excuse me for a moment," Alpha James said with a slight bow before leaving. A few minutes later, an omega entered pushing a tray with pots of coffee, tea, and water, along with cookies, scones, and little sandwiches. The omega served them, and when she reached the Alpha, she paused. It was obvious even to a blind man how she leaned over, allowing him to see her cleavage. Yet all Alpha Bradley did was thank her stiffly. Pouting—who had told her that looked cute?—she