Alpha Omega Wines Novels & Stories

Instantly I feel hurt by his action. Does he pretend? Is he not worth it? Why be so nice to me when we are alone to build a wall as soon as He walks into the Room. “So here we are, let’s sit and have some food, I am starving!” Alpha Faron exclaims as he walks closer to me and I feel slightly nauseous from his hideous smell. He looks far from starved, as soon as he sits himself down, he takes a glass that has just been filled with a purple-red drink, I presume it is Wine by the looks of it. Jackson gestures to the Chair then helping me to sit down. He pushes the chair in. A young girl is offering me the same drink as the Alpha’s, but I put my hand on my glass refusing any of that devil’s stu

Then comes the deep intensifying burn that will not subside. “I find this wine with crow insignia to be quite lovely.” Alpha Osiris says with an air of sophistication. “Woody with a touch of smoke and juniper berry.” He muses. “I’ve seen plenty of slaves enjoy wine, Luna Osiris; some even a tad too much.” The Prince haughtily responds. I can tell Alpha Osiris is mind linking her. She forces a smile. “Yes, of course your highness.” She responds quietly. I enjoy her being put in her place. It’s hard not to smile watching her endure the disrespect.

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.

"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.

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

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.”

I smiled calmly wanting to know what's going to happen, suddenly, Crane walked towards us, holding a glass of champagne and was smiling mischievously, I was convinced he just want to make trouble as he always do, I took a glimpse at him and back to Simon. "Alpha Jackson. It's such an honour to have you here. Thanks for honoring our invitation." He said as I returned my gaze to him furrowing my eyebrow. I scoffed hardly and even he could tell I was pissed. He gently placed his glass of champagne on the table and took a glass of wine from our table. "This wine was ordered from one of the finest wine dealers here in our city. Have a sip." He said stretching it close to me. Psycho! Who cares abo

"Is there something wrong with that? I only drink two glasses. Nothing more." “You ran away because you wanted to drink?” he asked. And the effect of the alcohol was starting to weigh down on my body. Two glasses of that drink and I was already feeling hot. I wanted to strip off my t-shirt, leaving nothing but my underwear alone. The Lycan King's eyes narrowed. "With him?" he inquired as if he was disgusted. “Are you aware of the repercussions of your actions today?” “I am fully aware.” "My name is Alpha Oswald, Your Highness. One of the alpha of your neighboring pack. We met once during the monthly—"

The door closed behind him with a soft thud that seemed louder than it should have been. The room waited. The silence stretched. No one moved. No one spoke. A minute later the doors opened again and three Omegas entered, heads bowed, carrying silver trays laden with cups and heavy crystal jugs of deep red wine. They moved with practiced grace, silent as ghosts, graceful, eyes downcast, beginning to circle the table and pour. Confusion rippled across the faces of the Alphas. Winter had never served them before—not once in all the years these meetings had been held. No wine, no food, no gesture of hospitality. The Lycan did not offer comfort; he offered terms. Now suddenly this?