Alphas Restaurant Novels & Stories

I asked, and he shook his head before tilting halfway. “I do Luna astrid,” he responded. "Well, go ahead. Tell me, where is he? I need to speak with him." I added in hastily, “You should still be in bed resting, Astrid; none of this is important right now. The alpha is out for some tasks; he will be back to the packhouse soon, so please just rest till he returns, which won't be long anyways,” Raymond responded with a sigh. I could tell he was already frustrated, but that had not meant much on my end of the story, knowing well he can be a pain to me wasn't going to lift off the mistakes we made.

I put a spoonful of omelette to a palm-sized toasted bread before taking a bite, when the Alpha finally lifted his gaze, from his chocolate-drizzled waffles with a cloud of cold whipped cream atop it. “What?” I continued to chew my food, ignoring the mess and my manners. “Where are your manners?” he asked. I swallowed, “Right where I left them.” My eyes shot right outside, to the western horizon where the towering mountain that contained the entrance to The City Under. The Alpha heaved a deep sigh. “You should call it back then. They are watching us.” And by ‘they’ he means the customers. The family of the more privileged Betas, Healers, Deltas, Warriors, and so on.

As expected, Alphas from the nine packs with their Betas were seated at the restaurant, while the waitresses—who were strippers—served them. The smell of steak and mashed potatoes churned my stomach, a steady reminder that I hadn’t eaten. “If it isn’t Rapheal,” Alpha Rowen exclaimed, his hands smacking a waitress as she served him. “Hello.” I waved, ignoring the anger at the way he said my name so casually without respect. “Come sit with us.” He pointed to an empty chair, sipping whiskey down his fat throat. “Later, man.” I took a glass of whiskey from a waitress and walked to the VIP section to make sure my crimes were covered.

I was fucked and not in the fun way. But this was my diner, my land, and who the fuck did this Alpha think he was? I swung Old Faithful in the Alpha’s direction, “Just who the hell do you think you are?” “I’m Alpha Roam of the Stonemountain Pack coming to claim what is rightfully mine,” he ground out.

She could not have access to the alphas food The alpha never eats or drink anything that is not specifically made and presented to him by his own personal chef, and Bianca has met the man, he was a no nonsense man, he protected the alphas food jealously and makes sure to taste the meal right before the alpha does so it would be practically impossible to modify the alphas food and let’s say she finds a way to do so whatever is done to the food the chef as well would be affected by it, in-fact today is the only time the alpha has asked anyone else apart from his chef to serve him in person and she was certain it will never happen again after this night so that was her dilemma.

" The owner asked humbly and explained everything to him. That was why he stayed here today to serve the guests. Dylan read the paper and its clues. He was not an uneducated Alpha who only knows how to sign. He always read first then signed on it. So he checked everything in a few seconds. Alice was listening to their conversation. She was thinking it was funny that the man was talking about Alpha Dylan in front of him. It was funny that he thought Alice was a guest in their pack. She was thinking about the reaction on his face when he got to know that they were the Alpha and Luna themselves. Dylan turned to her and asked, "Did you like all the dishes?" Alice nodded. She liked it. The restau

However, she had already made plans with Alpha Martin to return to the pack house and have dinner together tonight. She immediately apologized to Rhett, saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rhett, I have a dinner date with someone else tonight." "A date with Alpha Damian?" Rhett asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Nope. Tonight I'm having dinner with my grandfather and my brother," Alicia clarified. Rhett breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and explained who Alpha Scott was to Alicia. "That Alpha Scott is the Alpha of Blue Rock Pack, the largest pack affiliated with Silver Moon Pack. He also owns several restaurants in Los Angeles and New York."

"Your pancakes won't be long!" The couple beamed back, their carefree happiness making River a little envious. If only she had such a carefree life too. Just as River turned to return to Tara, noises similar to shrieks and applause erupted near the front door. Silence soon fell over the restaurant and murmurs prevailed. Heads turned, eyes searching for the source of the cheerful chatter. "The Alpha's here," a deep voice called out from a booth by the window. River froze. The word echoed and reechoed in her mind. Alpha. It couldn't be. Not here. Not now.

"Thanks London you may leave now and please make sure that everyone is ready to leave tomorrow by 10 a.m. London slightly nodded and left me alone to prepare for the World Alphas Meeting, which will be held two days from now in Newyork. Every 10 years all the Alphas from around the world gather together and choose an Alpha to be the head of all the Alphas and to be titled as The Alpha's Alpha . The Alpha's Alpha has the job to maintain peace among Alphas and solve their disputes. There is only one way the Alpha of the Alphas is chosen and that is by fighting other Alphas , by showing that you are stronger than the rest of the Alphas, strong enough to lead other Alphas and strong enough 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.