Alpha Omega Wines Novels & Stories

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?”

“Look, I’m here with my friends, so if you’re just gonna hassle me…” The bartender delivers the whiskey shots, setting them down and sliding them toward me. “On Gray?” he asks, and I nod. I always drink on Gray’s tab here and toss him cash later because they barely charge him for a thing. Perks of being the alpha of Goldenleaf pack. I pick up one of the shots, holding it out to Brooke. “Shot?” She wrinkles her nose, shaking her head. “No thanks.” “You don’t like whiskey?” She shakes her head again.

After walking in, the omega maids in the sitting area bowed in greeting then immediately disappeared. I didn’t care about them or even Jude, who had walked in to stand in the middle of the room. My face remained indifferent as I walked to my winery, poured myself a glass of whiskey, then downed half of the glass at once. My throat bulged from the spiciness, but my face remained the same. Standing behind the window, I looked out in silence. A second passed. Then two… then— “Alpha.” Jude finally spoke. My hand bringing the glass to my mouth paused for a second, then continued. I sipped the alcohol, my fingers tightening around the glass.

My mother stepped in front of me, her voice stern. “We have sacrificed a lot for you. Do you think food and a place to sleep come for free? At least do something to help us for once.” “You’re selling me. Don’t you call it marriage? Don’t you dare,” I hissed. She flinched but composed just in time. “It is marriage. The Alpha has chosen you. Do you have any idea the kind of honour that is? Any girl in the pack would be grateful.” “Honour?” I let out a laugh that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “So you want me to believe the Alpha would want someone like me. An Omega, nobody? This feels like a big lie.”

Let alone to even protect ourselves. They had always focused more on the Alphas and Omegas. The Alpha because they are known to be a protector and the Omega for them to not be born with as much strength as the other. I kind of get the gist for the Omega section to hunt the inner part of the forest, however, the Alphas? Not so much. I thought they were the 'protector', at least that was what everyone had been telling me. Instead, all I could see was them cowardly hidden behind the title, when the Betas were continuously abandoned.

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

With a heavy heart, I drove away from Dean's house and promised to find someone with pheromones similar to the melt of honey and vanilla. Exhaling heavily as those intoxicating pheromones never went away from my mind. Remembering it made my lust come out overflowing. That's why I'm here, in an elite bar owned by Alpha Alaric that has high-quality black wine. By drinking a lot of black wine, maybe I could get rid of the voluptuous pheromone shadows that have always kept my senses out of the way, trying to convince my wolf that the sweet pheromone is not real. I opened both my eyes, clucking lazily as I saw a sea of werewolves screaming at each other offering exorbitant prices to get the Omega

Stella immediately nodded her head, and Alpha Raven instructed a maid to get the red wine. "You are so alcoholic!" Brandon whispered at her, and Stella rolled her eyes at him. "I already told you, don't mind me!" Stella answered and patted his shoulder. Brandon nodded his head and didn't mind her again. The maid came back with a red wine and served it to them. Stella tasted the red wine and it was suited to her taste. "Do you like it?" Alpha Raven asked her, "Yes, Alpha! Thank you!" Stella answered him. "It is my pleasure, young lady!" Alpha Raven answered her.

For now, I needed him to run a very important errand. “Hurry to the dungeon and fetch me a guard,” I ordered. “Yes, Alpha,” he replied and dashed. I sighed. I’d have to do more than a few cheery words. Dante only called me Alpha when he’s super pissed with me. Perhaps an apology and a hunt together. He’d always wanted to hunt with me in our wolf form. “Here you go!” Ava entered with a tray. A white bottle of wine was flanked by two clean glass wine, and they all laid gently on the aluminum tray balanced on Ava’s hands. On closer inspection, I saw that the glass had on the left had fine specks of dust matted round its inner body.