Alpha Omega Wines Novels & Stories

Soon he would take over my flesh and stand on his legs with his paws and daws planted powerfully on the ground beneath my feet. 'Alpha! ' Beta Jayson came jogging with Mateo the lead enforcer and Tyron closely behind him and the rest of the warriors. My wolf puffed out his chest in appreciation at the respect our Beta had displayed. As they lined up before me and my inescapable scrutiny, my beast and I sent out potent prodigious Alpha aura that brought every single one of them on one knee. The extent of the Alpha waves of power in the atmosphere elicited awes from them. Their heads were bowed before me, with their eyes avoiding my beastly ones.

A strangled cry erupted from the Omega as inch by inch he was filled wholly and completely. Ash was rolling his hips, urging Alex deeper before he’d even bottomed out on the first thrust. His fingers buried in the blankets beneath him as he panted the Alpha’s name again and again. Alex arched over him. He slipped one arm behind Ash neck and held himself up on that elbow as he buried his cock deep. Tilting his head, he inhaled Ash scent and offered his own neck. Alpha pheromones emanated heavily from Alex as his body thrilled at being buried inside the tight heat of an Omega.

The chief chef—a broad older werewolf with flour dusting his sleeves–bows at once. "Of course, your Grace," he says as he steps aside and gestures respectfully for me to pass deeper into the kitchen quarters where the prepared dishes and ceremonial drinks are being arranged. I smile faintly as I walk forward. My fingers caress the parcel again. Then my eyes slowly drift across the rows of wine bottles waiting to be served tonight. "I need you to tell me what drinks are to be served directly to the Alpha and his wife," I say without looking away from the bottles. The chief chef cleared his throat. "Well, your Grace, I wouldn't know–"

"I don't like you." Alpha Sebastian smirks and retorts back: "You don't respect your mother enough, so i don't like you either." We are all stunned by that back and forth, Amy be the first who breaks the silence. "Thank you for your concerns, Alpha Sebastian. Is there anything you need us do here?" she redirects the conversation, lifting her gaze on the scorched entrance of the mall. The werewolves have already removed the debri that fell on the ground, providing a clear path for vehicles to come through for assistance. A small forklift is currently removing the heavy items from the set-up music stage. Alpha Sebastian averts his eyes from Amy at last, before responding.

The Alpha was upset as well and moved closer to the Luna. “Do you have proof to backup your claims?”

I ignored the pain in my calves, as I stretched further not wanting to give up, I grunted still trying to reach it, then suddenly someone grabbed it from behind me and placed it on the counter. Surprised, I turned around to see Alpha Lance, this would be the second time I would be encountering me. “Thank you,” I told him, which he ignored and walked towards a cabinet. He opened it and brought out a bottle of wine, I was shocked, was alcohol allowed in the academy or was this another privilege the alphas have? Without caring for a cup, he popped the wine open and downed the contents directly from the bottle. “Don’t you think it's too late to drink?” I asked him, trying to strike up a conversa

They're all excited to see what's in the docs, but their Alpha must read it first, before they do. .....

Wane addressed her "Good day Alpha…." I watch as Wane rubs his forehead tiredly "Mrs. Johnson, this is my wife, Rose" "Ohh…beautiful, welcome" The elderly woman smiled at me "Thanks" I muttered bowing a little "Excuse me my Alpha, what would you like for lunch?" She elderly woman asked, Wane looked at me with raised eyebrows "Anything….." I stuttered "Alright dear," Mrs. Johnson smiled and walked off, Wane started climbing stairs while I followed behind

she says. I lift the glass, watching the firelight dance in the blood-red liquid. I bring it to my lips, pretending to take a sip, letting the wine barely touch my tongue before I lower it. The trace of wolfsbane is expertly masked by oak and tannin, but to an Alpha’s senses, it’s as clear as a shout. She drinks deeply, watching me over the rim of her glass. “It’s good, isn’t it? From my father’s private cellar. I saved it for… a special occasion.”

” He let out proudly, receiving cheers and applause from the other Alphas. He brought out some very good bottles of wine, trying to act like a good host, pretending as if everything is okay. I could tell that the lines are not ordinary, and I wonder why he is trying to get us distracted and drunk. Or maybe he forgets the fact that I am a lycan, I can smell the strong chemicals in the wine and when I tasted it, I knew immediately that these are not ordinary wines. They are those wines that are specially brewed for werewolves and lycans. We can’t get drunk easily, ordinary wines and other alcoholic beverages cannot get us drunk. Except it is brewed specially for that purpose.