Alpha & Omega Cleaning Services Novels & Stories

," he breathes. "Just like that. Show me."His finger enters her, milking the area deep in her cunt as he torments her clit until she soaks the bench in slick. Her hips thrust on their own, riding him as he maintains the barrage of sensation."Fuck my hand, Omega. Fuck. Good girl."His gruff voice incites her to another release, her scream echoing off the shower walls. He rims her clit with his thumb until she finally pushes him away and his fingers leave her. He stands up, towering over her, and the need to give him pleasure runs through her veins.Alpha Alpha AlphaPlease Alpha!She seizes him boldly, falling to her knees as she pulls down his pants. But his hands stop her, and she gazes up at h

Callum saved my life that night, but the poison had already seeped into my wolf soul. He had not yet inherited the Alpha title then. Covered in blood, he had held out his hand and asked my name. We fell in love at that moment. Later, he took my hand and made me a solemn promise. “When I become Alpha, I’ll propose to you in front of the entire pack at the Moonlight Festival.” But once he finally became Alpha, he told me the elders couldn’t accept an Omega as their Luna. He asked me to wait one more year. That was all the time he needed to persuade them, he said.

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.

My jaw clenched so hard my teeth creaked, rage coiling like a serpent in my gut. Maids burst in, bucket sloshing, dress folded neatly, eyes wide with terror at the sight of me hovering over a Crescent enemy. The eldest, Mira, hesitated at the bed’s edge, voice trembling. “Alpha, we’ll clean her—” “Get out.” I didn’t look up, dipping a cloth in steaming water, wringing it with hands that shook only once. “All of you. Now.” They fled, door slamming behind them. I worked alone, wiping mud and blood from pale skin, tracing the crescent tattoo on her neck—delicate, damning, a brand of the pack I’d spent years hating.

I shuddered at the intensity in his voice, but he seemed to notice and softened. "What's your name?" Alpha Ryker inquired as we settled into the car, waiting for his team to update him. "Flora Evers," I replied softly. "The Evers? From Whitewood Pack? They're of omega lineage, aren't they?" He probed. I remained silent, and he didn't push further. "Alpha, all the women have been freed and are being cared for in our pack's infirmary," reported a man who approached the car. By his build and demeanour, I guessed he held the beta rank.

Clayton added. “I think we will,” I replied with a nod. Matty returned and escorted our new arrivals to the conference room. Seven more Alphas arrived with their men: Colin, Neil, Martin, Craig, Paul, John, and Kyle. Aside from John, who was in his late fifties, the others ranged in age from twenty to thirty-five. John was another older alpha without a filter. When he and Alpha Bruce got together, it was always bad. They tended to feed off one another and could be very disrespectful, especially towards women. My mother disliked both of them with a passion.

My lips parted into a large smile Oh... Adam, you are such a genius. I took a deep breath before rushing to the basement. Since I'm an Omega, I'm obliged to serve and clean the room of the Alpha right..? So...I quickly grabbed some cleaning equipments. After that, I made my way back to the Alpha's room. "Moon Goddess, please give me courage," I said a quick prayer. I know what am about to do is gonna cost me my neck once the alpha finds out

Alpha Casper had no respect for the other Alphas in his heart. He even had them stay at the servants quarters, saying that it was a place specially made for them to stay in during the Gala. If they knew the truth behind it, won't that be enough to initiate war against the Alpha prime? "Also, if there is anything those people left behind, make a list of it and let me know later. I will decide if they should be sent back or donated." Caspian said and went to his bedroom and locked the door. Oliver collected a few house staff and went to the quarter to clean up the things left behind. As he was cleaning up the room, he stumbled upon a wallet. It was a feminine wallet.

But this maid had the guts to disobey that order and came here on her own. “I…Esme and I usually clean the packhouse together, but today…today I couldn't find her, so I came to…to…” Alicia stuttered. One thing she was grateful for was the fact that Dane hadn't recognized her as the girl who was saved by the late Alpha Hawthorne. He treated her like he would treat every other omega in the packhouse. “Who is cleaning the packhouse now?” Alpha Dane asked, the scowl on his face deepening as if he were ready to rip her head off.

But I knew he wouldn't like that. “My wolf needs you around,” I told him honestly. “That means you will stay around and out of my way.” I saw his face fall and kicked myself internally. Unknown to him, I was actually saving him from the pack's wrath. If anyone caught a whiff he was my mate, they would pick on him more than they already do. Not just because he is a male, but for his unfortunate birth status. Omegas are a rare, lowly breed of werewolves. They are basically the size of a dog and rarely make it to adulthood. In most packs, they are killed immediately after birth but my mother, the great Luna of Green Hill pack, stopped the archaic tradition in our pack. But I am not powerful eno