Romans & histoires Alpha & Omega Independent Car Repair

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.

An omega wolf scrambled out of the way, nearly getting knocked over as he pushed back from his seat and stood up abruptly. "Come." It wasn't an offer, but once again a command soaked in his irrefutable Alpha power. I clenched and released my fists one last time underneath the table before standing up. There was no point in questioning his intentions, because it didn't matter. I couldn't disobey his command and it was completely infuriating. Dotty huffed, "Oh, c'mon. Where are you taking her?" "We have things to discuss. Go entertain yourself some other way, Dotty." A low rumble of a growl escaped his lips as he spoke. "Alaric – We will touch base later."

~5 years ago~ My parents always made sure everything was perfect for the Alpha and his Luna. They were lead Omega's but that didn't matter. The Alpha found dust under a lamp. Not much but it was enough to be killed for apparently. They could feel his anger as he made his way down to our little falling apart shack. Knowing something was different this time, they told me and my sister to run into the woods and not to look back.

Ajax warned. Tiana scoffed. "Luna?" "Take us to your Alpha" Rome commanded. "Of course Alpha" Darren nudged Tianna out of the way roughly and we walked past her. I could feel her glaring holes into the back of my head but I paid no mind. We finally arrived at the Alpha's office. Darren knocked twice before pushing the door open. The Alpha was seated behind his large mahogany desk. His eyes traveled from each occupant of the office until they finally landed on me. He stood up from his desk and smiled, offering Rome his hands.

The first was a female and she barely knew her that much since she's married to her mate. The second oldest was Cyrus, who stays in the alpha's household ever since he got his mate. Yeah, he is soon to be the next beta of their pack though. And the least oldest. Alexander. He has nothing to write home about, that is in Petal's point of view. Just like their father, he bully and picked on her, making everything more difficult for her. He cares less about her existence and make her do his work, watching his friends pick on her and turn her into a laughing stock, forgetting the fact that they are siblings.

The young Omega nodded apologetically, he was only a subordinate so had no right to be angry at Alpha's behaviour. "Don't take it to heart. Right now our Alpha is hurting. Understood!" "Yes, Beta Ramon. I understand." "Good."

I ask. “No, it must have got lost in the mail, Alpha Kate, so perhaps you can take your sweet ass and come back some other time,” Alpha Cory replies. “No that’s okay, Alpha Cory, we’ll conduct our assessment today and tomorrow. I’d like to start with interviewing this Omega, privately of course.”

The omega cut off as Lexus’s finger’s rammed right against it. The alpha seemed to have no intentions of teasing him at this point as he continued to hammer into Azrin’s prostate with pinpoint accuracy. The omega wailed, unable to keep his eyes open any longer and he thrusted himself backwards against the alpha’s hand in hard uncoordinated bursts. It wasn’t long before the omega was coming apart at the seams.

He said nothing more, narrowing his eyes. Friday morning, the dealership called: the car was ready. Sunlight slanted through the windows, forcing me to squint. The faint bruise on my forehead had faded, but my wolfish instincts scanned every detail—exits, vehicles, passersby—all crystal clear. I remembered the suit. The one belonging to that unfamiliar Alpha. Clothing here was never just clothing—it carried scent and status. I dialed. After confirming the car and quoting the repair, I asked, levelly:

The omega pushed it open, gaze landing on Xavier seated at a table, flipping trough a file with a stern, composed stare. He barely registered the others in the room as he grinned. "Xavier..." the omega whispered, eyelids growing heavy. This drew the alpha's attention and he rose from his seat, the chair scraping behind him as he stood. "Sweetheart?" he called, approaching him. "I wanted to see you," Vernon said, voice trembling from relief and pain. He grasped the alpha's hand, eyes closing. "I ruined your car..." the omega murmured before the world went dark. **************