Alpha Window Cleaning Novels & Stories

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

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."

“But time spares no one—she passed away just recently. Such a shame. She was a good woman.” “That’s why we need someone new, just temporarily. The house is large, but since it’s not really lived in, all that’s needed is basic cleaning—dusting surfaces and freshening up the bedding. Everything must be spotless. You’ll need to come every other day early in the morning to tidy the rooms. And you must always check with security before entering to make sure the Alpha isn’t home. If he is, you’re not to go into his bedroom. Clean the rest, and wait until he leaves to tidy his suite. He might occasionally stay overnight, and trust me—it’s best not to get in his way,” she said sternly, walking me th

That was it, I concluded. Since the Alpha had already dismissed my presence even though he didn't say a word, I moved to the kitchen and began to clear up the crockery I had used to prepare breakfast for him. I cleared up the garbage and deposited it down the garbage disposal. Then I filled up the sink with warm water and began to wash the pot I had used to prepare the oatmeal since I did not want to load it into the dishwasher with the other plates and cutlery. When I was done with washing the pot, I nodded in satisfaction at the cleanliness and returned it to the shelf I took it from.

AUSTIN _____ Sunlight, weak and filtered through the perpetual mist of the pack’s cavern, was a poor substitute for the clean, sharp light of a Havenwood morning. It seeped through the fissures in the rock ceiling of the Alpha’s den, illuminating dust motes dancing over the evidence of Roric’s slovenly reign The place still stank of his cheap ale. My first official decree as Alpha had been to have the entire den scrubbed from floor to ceiling, the furs burned, the pathetic trophies tossed into a refuse pile. It was a start.