Alpha Window Cleaning Novels & Stories

The next morning we cleaned each other in the shower, and I gave him a blow job, and he returned it before we went to the meeting with me wearing his clothes that seemed to fit to loosely because he was more muscular than I The other alphas were already waiting for us and it made me blush red because they all probably knew what happened yesterday, and Adam was lucky to have dark skin because even if he blushed his skin hid it well, so, we just went to our sit and the meeting begun

He groaned and sat up, grabbing his ringing phone. "Alpha," the caller said. Alpha—the highest position in a pack of the Children of the Moon, also known as werewolves. It is a title given to the strongest werewolf who will lead the pack for generations. And the mighty Alpha who commands the Crescent Stone pack, the largest pack in the City of Flogate, is Raven. "Carter, report what happened," Raven said while putting on his pants. When he searched for his shirt, he couldn't help but smile, noticing it was missing. Bree, whose dress he had destroyed, must have worn his shirt.

"I’m sure." The black-market healer tried to persuade me one last time. "But this is the Silver Moon Pack’s highest Alpha mark. Countless she-wolves dream of bearing this claim. If you wash it off, you’ll lose all your privileges within the territory. You’ll be treated as a packless Rogue." "I want to be a Rogue." I lay down on the cold operating table. "Please, just get on with it." "Very well. Once the procedure is done, I’ll inject you with a high-grade Alpha Scent Masker—it will completely cloak your natural scent for a week. The Alpha won’t suspect a thing."

“You and your gossip.” “Hey, someone has to keep life interesting,” she replied, smirking as she gathered her books. “Anyway, I’ll head to the restroom before we go home. Don’t leave without me.” “Got it,” I said, turning back to erase some notes. The room had emptied almost completely, the hum of chatter fading. The late afternoon sunlight poured through the windows, painting the desks with streaks of gold. The scent of chalk and paper lingered, oddly comforting, like a warm whisper of normalcy.

Grace replied. “When you say deep clean, what does this mean?” I asked. “It means we had to clean every nook and cranny of the house. Under the chairs, cupboards, and beds. We raised everything and cleaned properly,” Grace replied. I looked at Ryder, and I could see the realization flickering in his eyes. “And did you raise the Alpha's bed and clean under it, or did you neglect to do that?” I asked, still looking at Ryder. “We did not neglect to do that!” they both hastily replied. “We cleaned under his bed.”

I blinked my eyes to get rid of the tears that were ready to fall. "I understand," I said to Maya after I was sure there was no sadness in my eyes. "If you clean the dust off the photos, you have to put them back in their original positions," Maya remarked, pointing to the ones on the nightstand. "Alpha can detect it. He remembers the layout of every object in this room." “I will remember. I will not make a mistake,” I said confidently. Maya looked at me deeply and seemed hesitant to speak, but because she was a good woman, she told me even though her voice was shaking. “Don’t make Alpha angry.” She shook her head.

She stops in one corner of the house and passes Cathylene’s message across to me before I set off for the Omega meeting. The new Alpha house is set to be unveiled as the building wraps up, increasing our work load for the day. We, the omegas, sweep the compound and put things scattered around by the workers in order. One of the old Gamma hangs around, barking out orders and instructions. “Hey you, move that! Clean that!” His voice rumbles. We clear the buckets used for the painting and move every other thing not needed to the storehouse. The debris, dust and sharp small tools produced from the building are also cleared by us.

"The alpha is executing the protocol!" "

she said, and I nodded. “Yes, ma’am,” I said, turning around. She didn’t say a word to respond as I opened the cabinet to get the things that I wanted. I also chose to pick up a duster and a small cloth. “Are there any detergents that I would be using? Something in specific that the Alpha prefers or doesn’t?” “All the detergents here are used based on the Alpha’s preference.” She said, and I nodded.