Alpha Window Cleaning Novels & Stories

And in Woodhidge-high, the most notorious bully was Clenk. Clenk Harris was a seventeen year old werewolf whose parents were quite rich. He was by miles, the strongest werewolf—his age—in town. His strength was just a gift to him, he wasn't a leader of any sort, yet he was an Alpha. He was born an alpha. Alphas generally get their level of authority and power after they have invested in leading a particular pack or killing another alpha werewolf. However, there aren't many alphas anymore because there wasn't any pack to rule. Over time, the werewolf culture has been forced to go through changes and series of phases because of the intimidating ever-growing nature of the humans. While, werewol

~RAELIYA~ Morning sunlight spilled across the mansion’s polished floors, and for the first time in days, I felt a rare sense of peace. Kaelric was already awake, moving through the kitchen with that casual confidence I had grown so fond of, the way he carried himself like the Alpha he was meant to be, even though the pack hadn’t officially crowned him yet. “Morning,” he murmured without looking at me, though I could feel his gaze brushing over me like a warm hand.

There were too many leaders trying to call the shots. “That’s not all,” Matty said, drawing me from my thoughts. “There’s evidence that witches are working with them too,” he added. This is worse than I thought. What could they possibly be planning? “Shit. This is not good. Was there anything else?” I asked. “No, but Alpha Samuel was practically pleading for some help to protect his border and pack,” Matty stated. “I’m going to set up an alpha meeting. We can get some of the bigger packs to help the smaller ones.” I replied, and he nodded.

God, I'm such a wreck! I should just forget him. But my heart just won't let me. I pace and fret, until I've run out the clock. Then the servers return with empty plates. "How did it go?" I ask them, eagerly. "Good," they say. "He seemed happy." I punch the air and smile to myself as I clean the dishes. Then suddenly, the room falls silent. The Alpha walks in. I swallow the lump in my throat. "Good morning, ladies," he says. "I want to come and personally commend you on an excellent breakfast. The food here is delicious."

My heel tapped against the carpeted floor of the conference room, while my fingertips drummed along the table to the same rhythm. "In all," he said. "We're very happy with the progress that Alpha Inc. has given us at Brown's Rentals, and we would like to extend your services to our partner company Brown's Towing, LLC." "We'd be happy to take on Brown's Towing, Mr. Brown. Let's schedule a time for our normal consolation and get things set up," I said, almost robotically. Brown was a huge client, but one of many for Alpha Inc. He smiled underneath his bushy handlebar mustache. "I'll call the front desk and schedule myself in then, Mr. Reed. As always, it's such a pleasure working with you all.

he growled loudly Eric stumbled backwards “but Alpha, I can’t, she does not even know about us being a werewolf and I make sure no ones interact with her” he replied “Do I look like I care, if you can do your job, I will do it for you” he look on the table in his office and picked his phone “we are going there now, I won’t let those humans in my land” he said with so much determination

It was Alpha, and boy, did it smell really amazing, like home. Allen shook her head as she tried to concentrate on Ohm's scent, which was barely there, and before she could get it, she was tackled on the ground and was now laying on her back with another wolf pinning her down. The wolf was huge, and it smelled like the same alpha she had been smelling before. The wolf's fur was black with a reddish tint, and his eyes were gold. He was gorgeous, and Allen had never seen a wolf like that before. When Allen looked up, she saw the Alpha growling at Allen and showing his canine teeth. Allen whimpered and closed her eyes. She knew this was a bad idea. She should not have run after Ohm, but of cour

He breathes out and demands, “Clean the room up.” I nod, “Yes Alpha.” I did as he requested and by the time he came back into the room 45 minutes later, everything was perfect. He nods in approval and says, “Thank you. I’m ready for lunch.” I bow my head as I say, “Yes, Alpha.” The Alpha really does like things in perfect order, and he definitely has a temper. By the end of the day, I had cleaned his office three times because he threw something or pushed everything off of his desk.

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.

But when he saw the emptiness in my eyes, he only said quietly, “You burned down the house. Are you satisfied now, Your Highness?” The title sliced through me like ice. To him, the Alpha of the wealthiest Pack, a villa was nothing. Ashes could be rebuilt. He didn’t understand this wasn’t about walls or furniture; it was about showing him my wolf’s grief, her breaking. I lifted my head slowly, meeting his gaze with nothing but silence. The eyes that once adored him were stone cold now, as if he were a stranger passing in the street. His assistant rushed up. “Mr. Richard, the jet’s ready. The Alpha summit in Switzerland can’t be delayed.”