Alpha Omega Wines Novels & Stories

I poured his drink just as a few more werewolves came into the bar. “Aw love, better get one for the boss too,” he said “top shelf whisky and coke for that one,” he said and I looked up to see the Alpha from the other night among the new wolves. I forced a smile on and reached for another glass and poured the drink. I placed it down just as the Alpha sat down and he smiled at me. “Ah thank you,” he said with a bright smile. “You haven’t been working lately. I thought I had scared you off.” I smiled and shrugged, taking the money from the Beta.

83 BA Three consecutive knocks has interfered with the sinister conversation happening between them. Alpha Mikhail dropped his glass of wine on his table. “I'll open it.” Beta Jerome volunteered. He sipped his wine before prancing towards the door. “It's an omega.” He glanced behind him, informing Alpha Mikhail who knocked his door. “Please come in.” He leaned his butt on the brink of the table. Alpha Mikhail resumed drinking his wine. A female Omega shyly went inside his office. Her head is lowered, hands are clasped in front of her. She stopped walking few steps away from her Alpha.

★BETA ADRIAN'S POV★ “The Alpha is waiting for you inside, Beta." the omega bowed in deference as he step aside for me to enter the tavern. Once inside, there was no sight of people except Alpha Damon and the bartender. The whole atmosphere reeked of alcohol, the stench of vomit, and pungent body odors. Thank goodness, he chased everyone out because I don't think I could have been able to withstand their disgusting sights and foul smell.

Alpha Bruce stated while slamming his fist down on the table in frustration. “How about we go over numbers? I’ll pass around a sheet if you could all write down how many warriors you have, as well as how big your territory is, and then we can figure out where to send extra resources,” Sophia suggested, handing a piece of paper to the alpha sitting on the other side of Emma. “Where’s your father, Alpha Drake? Shouldn’t he be here for this meeting?” Alpha John asked with a frown. “He’s at home. I’m here representing our pack,” she replied calmly, ignoring his obvious jab. Her self-control was impressing me.

I whispered, blushing, “I can walk—” “I apologize, Alpha Charles, but I’m afraid the meeting with your family is going to have to be postponed indefinitely,” he said, his voice dripping with false kindness, and I instantly got a bad feeling. “Allow me to offer you a parting gift as consolation. You there—” he called out to an omega servant, “bring out one of our finest wines.” “Of course, Your Highness. Shall I bring it in glasses or bottles?” “Barrels.” The servant balked. “I-I’m sorry, sir?”

"Enjoy." She gave a bow and left us alone in tense silence. Although, the tension only seemed to be coming from me. Alpha Damon's domineering and confident aura was unshakable, indestructible and everything in between. In his dark dress shirt which had the top bottons undone and tousled brown hair, he looked every inch like the powerful Alpha of the Night wolves pack that everyone dared not defy. "Have a taste of the wine, it's the best." He said, raising his glass towards me.

He seemed like the type to take pleasure in intimidating people, so no, she didn't look away yet causing him to smirk before dropping his fork. "June, your glass is still full, do you not like the wine?" His gruff voice interrogated her but before she could reply he continued. "It's one of the best wines around here. And this is the harvest, it's all about trying out the best Galaxia has to offer. Wines, fruits, jewellery, art," he looked at the fat, stoic man sitting on Jason's left. "Dancing." The fat man sat upright with a smirk. Alpha Evan, Alpha of the Sore Moon pack. PS, the lady sitting beside him is not his Luna but a mere concubine. "Definitely looking forward to collecting more dan

"You already know what it is." I do. Every Omega does, whispered about in low voices, warned about by every woman who's ever tried to keep a girl like me safe. A mark. A bond. An Alpha's claim, freely given or otherwise, the only thing strong enough to pull a runaway heat back under control before it burns through a body that has nothing left to fight it with. "No," I say, before he can say anything else. "I'm not — I won't ask you for that. Not like this. Not because my body's forcing my hand."

Too many women and wine, just as Anabelle had counselled, was very dangerous. I moved through the tightly packed throng, making sure no one recognized me until I got to the bar. I watched the bartender deftly pull out drinks for a few seconds. And what a beauty she was, petite melanin with a shaggy mass of long, dark hair. She was a Beta. Each glass she filled was absolutely precise- just a bit below the brim and never gave any more or less than was necessary. She was in a heated argument with a tall hot Beta who stood at the other end. Both were shaped like hourglasses, with voluptuous busts in the company. They both looked gorgeous in their revealing, tight-fitting dresses. It was hard.

“Could you be any more melodramatic? Come on. Let just go. He will soon be here and please keep your thoughts to yourself when you are there. He can easily hear anything and that means instant death because you have done nothing but blaspheme against him. I doubt my dad would stick his neck out to save you, if it comes to that, so let it not come to it. We also need to get you some new wears. You simply can’t show up in that.” Amanda said as she pulled Michelle into the Alpha’s house. She was a bit hesitant because Omegas has no business entering the Alpha’s main house but due to the fact that she was friends with the heir Alpha who was shockingly a nice person, she got some privileges other