Alpha Window Cleaning Novels & Stories

This is worth the search, I don't know how to define this place, I stepped out of the car and looked around No wonder he's called the Alpha, he is crazily rich, I mean filthy rich, this place looks like just another world "Go meet your husband, you won't see him standing outside," My conscience said "You're right" I muttered and started walking in. I walked inside and wooops, this place is heaven….everyone is busy doing one thing or the other with his or her laptop, I walk towards the receptionist, from the look of things I already knew Wane is a strict boss

Shaking my head, I open my eyes and answer him flatly, “Honestly, I don’t know where I was going, but to me it seemed that I was intruding, and I didn’t want to bother you any longer.” “Woman. What on earth are you talking about? She is my beta. One of my second in command. I was merely calming her and assuring her that everything would be alright.” He says in a louder tone than he should have because now everyone is staring at us. When the doctor walks up to us, he pats Alexander on the back and asks quietly, “Is everything alright here, Alpha?”

The sounds of laughter and mingling of the guests filled the hallway as we passed the dining hall, making our way to the Alpha office. We reached the large double doors faster than I had time to prepare myself. With a quick knock, Laura didn't wait for an answer before pushing them open, leading me into the giant office. Alpha Carter loved to make a statement. His desk sat before two large bay windows that looked out towards the water. His desk was made of oak, and he claimed it came from a place called Gardenia. A place I had never heard of before coming here.

I stretched my neck, aiming to have a better look on her features. It was all futile. Having her silky chestnut locks waves through the wind, grazing her shoulder had unfortunately covered most of her face. My throat let out a grunt, irritated. Wait, irritated? What am I annoyed about? I shook my head a couple of times, prompting me to focus on the subject matter. My brain moved on drive, curious as to what causes her to venture on such an act. By the way she set forth her emotions, the Alpha must have infuriated her greatly. Alphas are sometimes very vexing to be around with. I won't deny that.

He was sending message to his only friend, Adom. The most delectable, earth-shattering scent worked its way through Ash foggy brain as she took deep breaths. The scent of apples and jasmine and a beautiful base note of roses all accented by the most perfect scent of Alpha he had ever had the pleasure of smelling invaded hid lungs. Alpha, the scent of Alpha. His Alpha! "MY ALPHA" she barked out as the realisation hit him like one of those new steam trains. She sat bolt upright as his eyes sprang open, which was a mistake, not the biggest one he had made today, admittedly, but bad enough. He slumped back onto the sofa as a wave of dizziness overtook him.

The well was a good distance, and by the time I returned, my arms ached, and my shoulders burned. “And the Alpha’s quarters needs sweeping, Madeleine!” This time it was the round-faced Beta. He stood by the entrance, arms crossed, watching me strain with the water. “Don’t dilly-dally. It needs to be spotless for the ceremony.” “Right away,” I replied, my breath coming in short gasps. I emptied the buckets and immediately grabbed the broom, starting on the great hall. Dust motes danced in the sparse sunlight filtering through the high windows. Every surface had to gleam. Every corner free of debris. As I worked, other omegas began to wake and descend, their eyes sharp with disdain. Whispers f

I stood by one of the huge arched windows, my jaw tightening so much a dull pain started in my forehead, because below, a group of repair workers in gray clothes were quickly cleaning the dirt and burn marks from the stone sides of the Alpha tower. They worked with a strange, skilled quickness, cleaning up the signs of a terrorist attack before the morning sun had fully risen above the trees. The Shattered glass was being swept into plastic bins, and wooden boards were already being nailed over the ruined windows of the Omega wing. They were erasing the crime scene. They were sweeping the ashes under the rug... But why were they in a hurry to do that? I wasn't sure.. But I knew whatever thei

was the Alpha. Enzo gave me one last angry glare before leaving the room, muttering curses under his breath. Lycril grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet, her grip bruising. “Clean yourself up,” she ordered, her voice as harsh as ever. “The Alpha won’t want to see you looking like this.” Her words stung. It didn’t matter what had happened to me; all that mattered to her was that I looked “presentable.” She didn’t care how I felt, only how I looked.

I remembered the camera Mike’d installed in the room for Alpha's protection; my hand flew to my phone, fumbling to connect to it. What popped up on the screen was a sight I’d never be able to erase from my memory.

I realized I, too, had fallen asleep upon Lovely's waking me up. "The Alpha is here," she tells me, then dashes back to the window to spy on him. "We have to get out of here before he comes from his car and catches anyone in here." "I thought you said every 3 weeks it is cleaned by someone," I say, sitting up. "So he won't have any problem seeing us here." "Yes, for me, you, and the other maid here, but Cavia."