Alpha Tau Omega Store Novels & Stories

and then it was time to admit, "we are werewolves." Upon hearing that, Logan covered his lips in shock. He could see right through the absurdity of it all. A tail, snout, and sharp teeth, and his ultra-acute hearing. Outside of animals, who could possess a tail? It took him a few minutes to come out of this shock. Rae waited for a few seconds before he continued. "There is a caste difference between your mother and I. I am the alpha while Ava is an omega." "Like the wolves, the alpha?" Afterwards, the youngster recalled the bedtime stories I had read to him. Stories about werewolves, in which the dominant character was always the strongest and occasionally the most vicious. It all seemed to

he asked, turning to face me. My heart stuttered. “Your plus one? But I don’t have anything to wear.” He chuckled, closing the distance until his heat pressed against me. “I’ll handle that, little fox. Just be ready by seven.” His thumb brushed my lower lip once, possessive before he turned and continued walking, leaving me stunned and taken aback. **** At six-thirty, a knock rattled the door. Three women swept in with garment bags and cases. “Alpha Damien’s orders,” the leader said, bowing to me.

"We don't accept her as our Luna." "This weak outcast omega doesn't deserve to rule our pack." "She is undeserving. " The whole pack has started protesting against me.Their words are still ringing in my head. Alpha hasn't said a word till now. He hasn't accepted me as his mate. Who am I even trying to fool? Alpha and his family treating me as usual even after my breakup doesn't mean he will accept me as a mate. Why would he take his brother's ex as his mate. As an Alpha, he must be seeking a mate with Alpha bloodline, not a weak omega like me.

Matthias Delacroix. I knew immediately that he was the Alpha. His presence filled the room, demanding attention without needing to speak. His dark hair was neatly combed, his sharp, icy eyes assessing me with quiet intensity. He didn’t have the same reckless arrogance Cassius had—no, his dominance was something else entirely. "Alpha," Kieran greeted with a slight nod. "This is Lorien. The omega I told you about." Matthias leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he studied me. The silence stretched, pressing heavily against my chest.

"So, have you discussed anything with the alpha? Has he talked to you about the bond or hug plans to reject you?" "No," I lied, "but he mentioned letting the omegas in." A sharp gasp escaped my mom's lips. "So the alpha is doing all of this for you?" "I'm afraid so," I said softly, staring at my palms. Overwhelmed, my mom struggled to find words and was lost in her sea of thoughts until the sound of a bell rang through the halls of the duplex. Elder Logan's voice followed: “All omegas gather in the central foyer for a meeting with the alpha!”

I said. Alpha Jo's brow furrowed in contemplation, his gaze searching mine for answers that eluded us both. "Ava, it's not that I doubt our connection," he replied, his voice tinged with regret. "But as the Alpha of our pack, I am bound by duty and tradition. Marrying an Omega goes against everything our society dictates."

This is a shop owned by one of my pack members and he is one who I can trust with knowledge I am not yet ready to divulge, plus he is a jeweler I can special order from and when he pierces Aubrey, I am ordering a few custom rings. We discovered that Aubrey’s breasts growing is a phenomenon that sometimes happens when an Omega first comes into sexual contact with their True Alpha, but it doesn’t always happen. The memoir talks about a few scenarios and I don’t see how we fit any of those, however we know not all of what we have read is complete. Many historical records are damaged or lost to time, so True Omegas and True Alphas are at a loss of any information about themselves. “Aubrey, we ha

She turns on a light and walks over to the wall that is nearly floor to ceiling liquor bottles. “Wow, that’s a lot of alcohol,” I say. “Alpha keeps it stocked for when we have visiting Alphas or guests, but Beta Markus has been adding to it over the past year.” “I see,” I say, noticing that the higher end alcohol is in a locked cabinet. “Who has a key to the locked cabinet?” I ask her. “The omegas share one so we can get to it, like tonight. But Alpha, Beta, and Gamma each have one.” She unlocks the cabinet and pulls out the bourbon bottle. I open it and sniff it.

I was to work in the food store today. Thirty minutes into unboxing and rearranging the trailer loads of food items, I was called out by the matron. She led me to meet a young messenger boy who stood just outside the warehouse, before leaving. "Claire?" He asked, disbelief in his tone. "That is me," I responded, wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. His eyes accessed me from head to toe. Then he said, "The Alpha requests your presence in the pack house this instant." It was then I understood his astonishment. The Alpha requesting to see an omega. It was a rare occurrence.

The stop in front of the store had left a thick tension in the air, like electricity about to explode into sparks. Mia was still trying to understand what the boys had said about Owen being an “ex-alpha”, but there was no time to process it. The store door swung open violently, and a woman emerged like a contained storm. Her face was closed, her eyes hard and her gait determined.