Alpha & Omega Independent Car Repair Novels & Stories

He always mistreats me whenever the Alpha is not around. Alpha Waylon Hunter is a kind Alpha in his early forties. He was quite devastated when his mate and daughter passed away, such that he almost died of depression but with the help of some therapists, he eventually overcame everything and he's now in a better place, running this Pack as if his life depends on it... well, it sure does.

I saw a strange car in the driveway and knew that there was a possibility that the Alpha would be busy, but I knew that I had to go and talk to him. I slowly walked up to the front door and I ran the doorbell. An omega opened the door and she looked me up and down and didn’t say anything. She actually gave me a smug look like she was better than me. “I need to speak with the Alpha.” I said. “He’s busy.” She said. “With what? This is important.” I said. “He has company.” She said. “Fine. Just tell him that I need to speak with him when he’s free.” I said.

The realization came down crashing on him just like the rain that hammered on the hard steel and stone outside. He had been trying to ignore it, the impossibly faint yet unmistakable scent of the Omega, the only wolf in the world who was capable of ripping his heart and soul. This felt unreal, it couldn’t be happening, it has to be a dream. “Mmh,” the Omega let out a wince, that caught everybody’s attention except one. “He’s waking up!” The Alpha beside Adrian perked up. The Omega on the bed indeed opened his eyes fully, his sculpted features scrunching in slight pain of moving his battered body and he blinked several times to adjust.

I asked the alpha. “Some of them are my babies. Some were the beta and the others were from the pack members. It’s not only mine. Dad was always displeased when I bought a car saying I still had one with me. Functional one.” “Oh. These are all beautiful.” I wished I owned even one. Then, I could go to whatever places I wanted. “I know. They are my babies.” “Who is cleaning them?” “Me sometimes. Sometimes the omega.” “They must be scared of scratching your car. Did you give them punishment if they committed a mistake of dirtying your babies?”

Before I entered the packhouse, I checked the parking lot and saw many cars were not in there, including the Alpha’s. After confirming with the head Omega that Xander and the Alpha were away, I volunteered to clean the Alpha’s office. I grabbed the things I needed, including the cushion cases that needed to be changed. I slipped the paper on which I wrote the phone number and name of the person I needed to contact. I knew using the phone at the Alpha’s office was a big risk, but it was also the safest one, as it’s the only place where the Alpha Maddox couldn’t see if someone was using the other lines.

Gabriel said. 'Moon, you knew this that you weren't a normal omega didn’t you?' Kimberly asked her wolf. 'Yes, I knew that I'm Alpha wolf. Not a normal omega. That's why my strength was more than others, but trust me, Kimberly, I had no idea about your family and lineage.' Moon said desperate to explain herself as she doesn't want Kimberly to misunderstand her. 'I understand. Is there something else you are hiding from me?' 'Kimberly, actually, I'm not supposed to tell you everything until you find on your own, but I'm just giving you a little hint. We are not just normal Alpha. '

"Of course, Alpha." ***

"Maybe we'll meet again someday." She nods and then runs off down the alley, a small dark shape that merges and disappears into the darkness. "Come on," says Kane. "It's time to go." “We need a vehicle,” says Dog. The three Alphas and I make our way toward the end of the alley, keeping to the shadows as best we can so no one can see us. That's when I hear a familiar voice echoing down the street. “My name is Orch. I am an omega.” Daring to lean a little out of the shadows, I cautiously peek around the corner.

Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price. I have to make this work. No matter what.

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.