Alpha Window Cleaning Novels & Stories

I start the engine and drive away. Ten minutes later i pull up on his driveway. The Alpha's house was never clean or well-kept, but now it's a wreck. The steps are all covered in dried blood - the smell is so prominent-, the patio floor is all scratched up and broken in some places and the door is destroyed. Yet, the Alpha is standing at the threshold relaxed and almost, smiley? "Alpha, what happened to your house?" I say, looking around confused. Then i turn to look at him, head to toe. "Are you ok?"

78. Renovating the Alpha's room! Aurora's POV "Ugh, I wonder who made him an alpha? He's still a small kid." I was in my alpha boyfriend's room. After a silent and awkward breakfast like never before, he left for his work and I came here to his room to clean it. Madam Martha told me that he hasn't let anyone enter his room since that night. Even the cleaning staff was banished from entering his personal space.

“No pressure, then.” Corvin arched a brow. “You’re already under it. You just keep pretending you’re not.” Silence stretched between us, heavy with things I didn’t want named. “What happens,” I asked finally, “if the Alpha rejects the bond?” Corvin didn’t answer right away. He stared into his mug, jaw tightening. “Then the fire looks elsewhere,” he said. “And gods help anyone standing in its path.” My wolf snarled uneasily. I stood, heart pounding. “You’re saying she’s dangerous.”

Does it affect Kiel? Come to think of it, she already caught a glimpse of him holding back last night inside the car. And she can’t deny that it left her in a daze. How can Kiel, a recessive alpha, had that sweet scent? “President? Are you alright?” Only Devyn realized that she’s already making that irritated face again. “Miss Anna,” she called out. The young lady across from her jolted. “Yes, President?” “What will happen if a recessive alpha’s rut gets triggered?” she asked without even blinking.

Thus, when my mother bent down to answer the little girl's question, I was already on my two feet, slightly panting and quite disoriented by Razna's little stunt. "It is a signal, somewhat similar to a mind-link that can be distributed by an alpha. It doesn't require the presence of your wolf to release a distress call. You only need to handle your alpha pheromones right and it will notify whomever nearby. However, it isn't meant to be used on this scale." My mother explained softly. The little girl cocked her head and asked, "What does that mean?" "Alpha Silverdawn's distress signal affected the whole pack. If he wasn't already exhausted, releasing this would've done the job." That reply su

. I found the perfect dress outfit for the office. Silk top, gold skirt with a slit up the back. Knee high black boots. I dyed my hair pure blond. I want a new look, a new me to shine myself! I check myself out in the mirror, and I smile at the hot diva I see before me. I take one more admiring look in the mirror then, I walk out of my penthouse, heading to work. For the past month, I have been feeling someone watching me. It’s like my penthouse is haunted. No one is there but, I feel someone watching me. At night, I feel my body light on fire like someone is sensually touching me. I end up using my vibrator to get a physical reaction. I nearly freak when I hear a growl in the room. I feel s

"Do your job. Save her. Use every cure you have—except that one." "But, Alpha—" he started, panic clear in his voice. "Do it!" I barked. He stumbled back, hands shaking, grabbing vials from the tray. The monitors screamed in protest. Natalie’s body trembled, her breath barely audible. Then the lights flickered. A calm voice cut through the chaos. "Step aside." Everyone turned. A woman stood in the doorway. Her cloak shimmered with silver threads. The scent of crushed sage filled the room. Even Dylan went silent.

she said in a quiet voice. My brows furrowed. “Who could it be?” Kaiden didn't need to be introduced when entering my chambers. Who was it? I wondered. “Send them in.” I rose to my feet, taking the book with me. Jasper walked into the room, draped in a mourning attire. “Jasper, what's going on? What's with the attire?” I asked softly. Jasper dropped his eyes to the marble floor, his voice shaking as he spoke. “The Alpha is dead.” The book in my hand dropped to the floor.

"Certainly not, but I'm sure you need something to clear your throat. You've been yelling too much lately, Alpha." Sharp eyes pierced Aaron, but he remained calm as before. He seemed unafraid to confront the Alpha's truly unstable emotions of late. "Please, Alpha Oscar." Aaron placed the tea on the Alpha's desk. His demeanor was polite and full of etiquette, especially with a smile that continued to grace his face. He provided the best service possible, even though the Alpha had the opposite expression—disheveled, tired, and oppressed.

Everyone had. The Alpha's office was down the corridor. I pushed the door open with my shoulder and stared at the massive desk, the shelves of books, the windows that needed washing. It would take hours. I lowered myself to my knees, ignoring the scream of protest from my ribs, and dipped the rag into the soapy water. And I cleaned. I wasn't exactly like this.