Alpha Omega Wines Romane & Geschichten

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?

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.

Leaning against the dessert table that Alexis had prepared in the place, Luka couldn't help but smile softly, drinking that glass of liquor with pleasure. Luka was an omega, and as such he had many limitations, even in his private life, and that included drinking alcohol. Luka did not consider himself a drunkard or something similar, he was not a person of that style, but he could not deny that he was curious about drinking alcohol, those drinks that everyone cataloged exclusively for alphas.

“I'm an alpha, not an omega.” He returned the Cava wine and picked up two glasses. Setting them on the table, he nodded as he twisted the wire cage off the Prosecco bottle, his fingers tingling. “I know you aren't an omega; that's quite satisfying since I don't want to have anything to do with an omega ever again.” He carefully angled the cork upwards, the cork popping. Walking over to me, I sat up and took the glass he was handing me. He had just said he didn't want anything to do with an Omega, but Beatrice was an Omega.

★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.

Better," I sat down in order to wait for the drink, and while waiting I looked around. I had actually created a scene in the bar as other wolves stopped to look at me. But what could they do? "Here is your drink, Alpha." She said this as she handed the drink over to me. "Hmmmmm," I observed her as I collected the drink from her. "It seems it is the newest drink in town," I said. "Yes, Alpha, it is our strongest wine, so I had to offer it to you. It is even named Alfswine. It is so nice," she replied. "Alright, now fuck out," I said to her. She obeyed and tried to excuse me, but she did not actually go out; she walked some steps in front of me and bent down seductively. Her butt widened so wi