Alphas Restaurant Novels & Stories

Tapping the top highest floor level and leaning back against the wall while it climbs to the apartment. “ Alpha, we are stopping at a restaurant to get the girls some food.” Jacob mindlink interrupts my wandering thoughts answering the question I had just contemplated. Making me believe I left the mindlink open for everyone to hear. “Where?” I responded. The image of a dine pops up in my mind. “ A local twenty-four hour diner; Maylee ordered a pancake sausage, eggs and water. Alex ordered waffles, bacon, and fruit.” “ Thank you”.

He began to chuckle, “I need your services. Apparently, you are the person to call when you need something…found” “Oh?” “My apologies, Alpha Steven referred me to you” the unknown caller said Alpha Steven is the alpha from South Dakota I helped. “And” “He told me to tell you, Blue bird? Whatever that means” That was our code word so I knew this was a ligament call. “What can I help you with?” “I prefer to do business in person. I am aware this new restaurant has opened, Midnight Palace, meet me there at 8pm tonight. I will be in the VIP portion of the restaurant.”

I frowned slightly at the mention of his name. "Don't worry. I love it here. I like cooking though, so I decided to check out what was going on." I said waving my hands around. "What is going on though? Is there going to be a feast or something?" I said, trying to divert her attention from what she was saying before. "Not exactly. The Alphas are hosting a few of their alpha friends. They have to talk about pack relating subjects but they'll be eating afterwards." She said, bringing out a grilled turkey out of the oven.

I guessed he would want to keep this business-like and away from the ears of the rest of the household until he had more information. To the left of the foyer was the gourmet kitchen with a large central island where some omegas were gathered around preparing food for tonight's party. I saw Abigail marvelling at the state-of-the-art appliances and remembered the apartment I had picked her up from! This was different from what she was used to, I guessed. "Alpha Maxwell is this way," Marcus announced as Abigail drifted into the kitchen, smiling at the omegas, who looked at her in confusion as she ran her fingers through the natural light that filtered in from its generously sized windows.

I tried to focus, tightening a bolt that probably did not even need tightening, anything to keep my mind from circling back to him. But then the gates rattled open. Asher walked in. Alpha stride. Broad shoulders. That black jacket he wore like it had chosen him instead of the other way around. Wolves always noticed when the Alpha entered a space. Heads turned. Backs straightened. Even the air changed. It always did with him. I felt it before I saw him. Mate. My wolf rose fast, sharp and eager, pushing against my ribs as if she wanted to leap out of me. The pull hit hard, low in my stomach, like someone had grabbed an invisible thread tied between us and yanked it tight.

‎" Is there a problem? Did you hear everything I said?" ‎ ‎"Please forgive me. The preparations have had a toll on me. What must I do?" ‎ ‎"Reinforce the second containment, make sure there is enough meat down there and a portion of the wolfsbane tea your peers will be preparing tonight, got it?" ‎ ‎"Yes, got it, Alpha" Alpha Denparlio nodded and exited the great hall but Otis still stood there, utterly bamboozled yet fiercely loyal so much so that he would drive a stake through his own heart if the Alpha commanded it.

Until I got to the living room. There was Casandra, her mother and brother. The living room had four long black pieces of furniture, it looked quite comfortable, and there was a small table with a flower in the middle. I sat down on one of the pieces of furniture away from everything and the lady spoke. -Well, since you are here you should know. Yesterday there was an attack on the most important alphas in the city. Nobody knows if my husband is alive or not, so we will leave this house in an hour. It is your right to follow us or go your own way.

Being drowned twice in my life is more than enough. “Don’t be stupid,” my guard half growls as I stand up with the tray in hand, intending to return it to Mary. “You don’t-” “I don’t understand that your Alpha wants you to starve in his absence?” He cocks an eyebrow but hasn’t left his oversized chair that’s positioned in front of the door. “I can hear your stomach growling from here,” he scoffed, “so sit down and eat.”

Clayton added. “I think we will,” I replied with a nod. Matty returned and escorted our new arrivals to the conference room. Seven more Alphas arrived with their men: Colin, Neil, Martin, Craig, Paul, John, and Kyle. Aside from John, who was in his late fifties, the others ranged in age from twenty to thirty-five. John was another older alpha without a filter. When he and Alpha Bruce got together, it was always bad. They tended to feed off one another and could be very disrespectful, especially towards women. My mother disliked both of them with a passion.

This led me to a dining room, where a large cherrywood table was already set for breakfast: sausages, bacon, eggs, quiche, muffins, biscuits, pancakes, waffles, jams of all flavors, syrups, butter, avocado, oranges, bananas, mangos, dragon fruit, and various juices were all on display. The three Alphas were already there, loading their plates. They stopped and stared at me as I entered. I hesitated as I spied an empty spot. “Are you expecting company?” I asked. Jarek stood, his chair scraping the floor. “That’s your place.” He rounded the table and pulled out the chair, though his expression was politely blank. Cassian, across the table, grinned at me. “You don’t think we’d make you eat in t