Novel & Cerita Alpha Omega Wines

“G-Get out!” Carlos blinks out of the stupor. “W-what, no, I’m not—” “Get. Out. Omega ,” the silver alpha snarls, voice raspy from disuse. It sends shivers up Carlos’s spine. . TBC

My nostrils flare as I skim over the page, my gaze landing on the unfamiliar name listed as one of the parties to the contract. “Who the fuck is Alpha Zachariah Stevens?” I ask in a gruff voice. “The details of Alpha Stevens’s identity are not important, only that he has made an offer the omega’s pack feels is reasonable, and they have accepted it. They are, however, willing to entertain a counter offer…” He raises his brows, but that creepy smile doesn’t leave his face. He knows I have no way of matching that offer, much less countering it. He’s expecting me to fold.

My hands trembled slightly as I set the plate before him, the scent of the food mingling with his own intoxicating alpha musk—earthy, commanding, making my omega instincts stir despite myself. "Wine, Alpha," I murmured softly, pouring the deep crimson liquid into his goblet. My fingers brushed the edge of the table, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. I shouldn't have looked up. I knew better. But something pulled at me, that desperate loneliness clawing for just a glimpse of connection. My eyes flicked upward, locking onto his.

Two ladies giggled standing on my left-hand side. Suddenly, a waiter walked behind me with an empty tray tucked in between his arm and side rib cage. "Hey, you, how many bottles of wine did lady Bella have?" I wondered how drinks she had to start acting like that… The waiter examined Bella for a few seconds before giving me a response."Just that one glass she is holding Alpha." "What?" I frowned upon his statement because wolves are known to have a high tolerance for alcohol, so what happened to my Bella to get this drunk with just one glass?

The only issue was that I couldn’t get what it was. “So, I’m going to present this special bottle of wine to the Alpha, just to show that we at the Red Wolf Pack, are now forgiven.” Bianca said, then handed over a bottle of wine to Jace. She also corked open the bottle for him, and poured him a glass. “Thanks.” Jace appreciated her, but before he drank it, one of the elders walked up to us. “Alpha Jace, congratulations once again.” He said, with a smile, and Jace shook his hand.

Johnson. “This is a Bordeaux red wine, a century-old vintage. Perfect for the elderly. Our Pack’s old Alpha Tim had it specially flown in from overseas.” What an idiot. The one thing Alpha-level werewolves hate most is being called “old.” It reminds them that death is near. Yet here she was, smug and even casting a provocative glance at my way. “Miss Smith, I bet you’ve never seen something this fancy in your Pack. Next time I’ll bring some for you, too.”

Audrey prayed within her for him to accept her, accepting her meant she would be one step toward her goal. "Allow me to pour everyone, our Company's finest and newest wine, just like the name implies, it's indeed Golden." Alpha Sebastian poured a glittering golden content into their wine glasses. Audrey felt a little uncomfortable about the name of the wine. Why would he name it 'Gold-rimmed?' She wondered if Alpha Lake had already known about her gold-rimmed wolf and now, he was pretending not to know and was gauging her act by naming his new wine as the description of her wolf.

He leaned forward toward me and said, "Do you need me to recommend a bottle of wine for you, Miss Lewyn?" I shook my head and said, "I don't drink when I'm talking business." "We'll drink first. Then, we'll talk about business. All in a good time, Miss Lewyn," Alpha Kyle said. "I saw you drinking on Derby's Day. I could tell that you enjoy fine wine as much as I do." Then, before I could say anything, he pulled a bottle of Chateau Margaux from the rack. "I'm in the mood for a taste of the old world today," Alpha Kyle licked his lips and uncorked the bottle.

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.

Ashamed, I instantly slapped my hands over my pie hole, red as a tomato. Jace didn't seem to budge though, barely arking a brow as he took another sip of his drink. "Not bad." I saw him make a weird face and he gave the loudest belch I had ever heard any human or Wolf do, and I mean EVER. Which also sent a nasty smell of alcohol in my way. "For an Omega." Jeez boys can be so gross sometimes... this isn't a competition! I rolled my eyes and absentmindedly gazed at the fire, fiddling around the empty bottle. God this smelled bad. How do people willingly drink this stuff?