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In that moment, my wolf stirred, a low, possessive growl vibrating deep in my ribcage that I hadn't felt in years. "I want to hire her," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. Mason blinked, looking at the dismal resume and then back at me in disbelief. "What for? A cleaner? We have a janitorial firm for that, Alpha." "No," I countered, my eyes tracking the sharp lines of her face in the photo. "Then what? She’s an Omega with no leverage," Mason reminded me, his tone bordering on exasperated. "Hiring her isn't a business move, Alessandro. It’s pure charity."

I followed his trail under the hungry gazes of strange beings. The owner of the workshop waved and then cleaned his dirty hands. "Alpha Rae." Rae refused to shake hands with people. He disregarded the man's civility and kept a wary eye on every crevice of the ancient workshop. "Is my car ready?" he inquired, as the man withdrew his hand feeling small. "There are a few tweaks remaining to do, Alpha." "That's not important. I need it now."

I squeeze a load into my palm and slap it over my chest, lathering it up before I offer the bottle to Anna. She laughs as she dribbles it over her tits, the filthy little minx making quite a spectacle of soaping her nipples. I brush her hands away and take over the job, soaping her nice and good before dipping my fingers between her legs. I lather up that delicious little pussy, washing our stickiness off her as she rests her head back against Kennedy’s shoulder. His hands palm her tits, his hair nearly as dark as hers under the showerhead. He kisses her wet hair and I browse the bottles on the rack for the fancy shampoo one of my last female guests left here.

When you combine that with the putrid stench of the feral rogues who were imprisoned and who were constantly howling and screeching never-ending, it could pang one’s hearing into going deaf. Omega women are reluctant to be assigned to the dungeon’s cleaning. We were frightened to death by the hazy aura that the Alphas, Betas, and Gammas cast when they carried out the torturing. Alpha Heron understood the strenuous and godawful task that it was. Furthermore, Alphas never bluff with their staff or subordinates.

My heel tapped against the carpeted floor of the conference room, while my fingertips drummed along the table to the same rhythm. "In all," he said. "We're very happy with the progress that Alpha Inc. has given us at Brown's Rentals, and we would like to extend your services to our partner company Brown's Towing, LLC." "We'd be happy to take on Brown's Towing, Mr. Brown. Let's schedule a time for our normal consolation and get things set up," I said, almost robotically. Brown was a huge client, but one of many for Alpha Inc. He smiled underneath his bushy handlebar mustache. "I'll call the front desk and schedule myself in then, Mr. Reed. As always, it's such a pleasure working with you all.

"Please just leave me alone, I beg of you." "It’s your loss then, it’s not every day a wolfless omega like yourself gets the chance to fuck an Alpha like me. I will be back to give you another punishment, you will have to tell me who sent you to this packhouse sooner or later," he said, zipping up his pants.

"I, the Alpha of the Starmoon Pack, hereby strip you off your Luna roles and privileges." He said, and his words stung.

He let his gaze linger on Arthur for a moment longer before addressing the rest of the crowd. "Let me be clear. This cleanup is not optional. It is our responsibility. Alphas will handle the heavy tasks—moving logs, clearing debris, anything that requires strength. Betas will assist as needed." He turned his attention to the group of omegas standing at the edge. "Omegas, your duties are equally important. You’ll be assigned to smaller tasks—organizing tools, gathering trash, and clearing smaller debris from the paths. I expect you to work efficiently and not waste time.

I explain and his majesty frowned and he nodded rushing upstairs. "Totim, Musa, Timmy. I want you to gather up the dead, the ones that are alive I expect to be dragged to the dungeons. Check each one for anything and put it in a pile. I want that fucker to be taken to the private chamber. hook him up and I will join you when you are done." I say and they nodded "Yes Alpha." they say before getting to work. The pack members in charge of cleaning, No there weren't omega's, they began cleaning my living room and the witch hybrid cast a few cleaning spells to speed up the process while the rest of us went to showers.

I throw the broom and mop and place my hands on my hips, “you do realize I’m getting my body back? The moment I do you going rogue along with that Silver fox!” She growled at me and then stood up from the couch, “Alpha Stan had already accepted her as his mate, once he leaves you he takes Silver to his old pack! And I quit the second she leaves to be her head omega, you don’t scare me, Silver never did a thing to you other than to have the same first name, deal with your bitchy nature alone, nobody gives a crap about you, now that your title is the same as mine you will know how it feels to be overworked but no pay enough to feed yourself!” She took the mop and broom then shoved it up my che