Alpha Tau Omega Sweatshirts Novels & Stories

The first-ranked Alpha was around in his late 20s and rumours had it that he already had seven kids and 2 concubines in addition to his Luna. After another 30 minutes, the second-ranked Alpha arrived looking more majestic than the other two Alphas. He's dressed in a golden brown top coat made of Vicuna wool with a white turtle neck shirt made of baby cashmere underneath it. His black pants were also of vicuna fabric and his black and gold checkered leather shoes screamed 'Custom made!' and had the letters R.P. at the heels. At the hem of the right side of his jacket was an image of a fearsome black wolf with red eyes and a moonstone necklace around its neck- the brand of Ralton pack. His Bet

he replied loudly, laughing loudly and followed by the rest of the herd. “What a strange excuse,” Serry said, rolling her eyeballs lazily. The Omega really didn't run out of thinking about their unreasonable excuses. “Shut up you, weak Omega!” jerked Alpha who had the most massive and tall body. His figure looks even more sinister with a wolf tattoo on the neck.

My brother is here, and we aren’t on the best of terms. “Hello, Alpha,” a barely dressed Omega greets me. “I’m not an Alpha,” I tell her. “I am mated. You need to put some clothes on.” The Omega looks down and backs away. “Don’t criticize my staff please,” Tina asks. She is also so wearing very little. “Is it hot here or something?” I ask, seeing most of the she-wolves not wearing much. “Can we help it that Jessup she-wolves are just naturally hot?” Tina asks.

Maybe she didn't want to be there anymore than I did or she was mad that her mother was mentioned and I no doubt will be taking her place as the one to please her father till the pain of losing his mate finally consumes him like it does every wolf that loses their mate. “You do not want to get involved in the Alpha–Delta project,” Alpha Tauren sounded like he had given up trying to hide a little bit of information from Alpha Oslo. I didn’t even understand what he meant but I knew I have never heard of the word Delta before. It made me curious though. Had me wanting to know how much I was worth and how much the old Alpha was willing to buy me off. “Is that what it is called?” Alpha Oslo asked

“Prime little sluts.” Crack. The chain snapped tight as Freya jerked forward, the iron links rattling like dry bones. Her emerald eyes ignited like a flame as she lunged toward the muttering Alpha. Her voice was a razor’s edge. “Want me to chop it off your body?” she hissed, just inches from the startled male. He knew exactly what she meant by chopping it off his body. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Mouths parted. Eyes widened. An omega? Threatening an Alpha?

His hands held the dress, revealing the well knitted gown — It was a black gown with cold-shoulder cutouts with a deep V-neckline which is made to embody the breasts to reveal the cleavages simultaneously. “When you wear this, your mate won't be able to resist you in any way.” He said like he had imagined how everything is gonna go. As much as I would love to have it, the consequences of wearing it surpassed every little butterfly in my belly. “I can't accept this, Alex. I know it is for one of your cousins. I'm really not in the mood for trouble.” I lamented. “Hell no, I got this myself for you,” He stopped and stared at the door and someone entered. “See? If they ever question you, he will

"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."

"Yeahh… What do you think?" "Wait.. isn't it just a random call with the Alpha? Why are you bothered about what you're wearing, or when were you ever bothered?"

I file that away. The ceremony moves through the upper ranks. Betas confirmed. Two new Gammas — both from the same family, which earns approving murmurs because Ironveil respects bloodline consistency. A Delta promotion. Everyone claps at the right intervals. Someone near the front is wearing too much pine resin on their wrists, the kind young wolves use to mimic Alpha scent, and I can smell it from here, and it's tragic, and I feel nothing about it except a distant recognition. I used to want things.

“You’ll regret humiliating me. Everyone will celebrate me as your Luna tonight, Cassius. Whether you like it or not.” “You can wear a crown or bathe in gold. Drape yourself in titles. It doesn’t make you what I want.” My voice was ice, and I was already walking away. I didn’t look back. ************** That night, I dressed in the traditional Alpha regalia. Champagne-colored fabric with silver embroidery traced across the collar and cuffs. A belt of dark leather sat snug around my waist, accented with a golden wolf insignia. It was regal. Commanding. Made to intimidate.