“We prefer our laundry done separately. Soap and supplies are in the laundry room,” Ruston was saying as he led me toward Zaff’s bedroom.
Walking into his room felt like I was stepping into another dimension.
There was an oval space-like shaped bed and posters everywhere of the planets. There was a calm yellow lighting in the room. Zaff seemed to be passionate about space, and I could see it. It was his world of relaxation, away from the hustle and bustle of his restaurants.
“This room looks amazing,” I said in wonder. I wished Aunt Julie would be here to see this. I knew for a fact she’d love it since she always watched the stars at night while smoking outside the trailer.
“Yeah, it’s pretty geeky,” said Ruston. “But who am I to judge? I’m the biggest nerd you’ll ever find.”
“Quite messy in here, though,” I said as he led me to the closet where Zaff’s clothes were lying everywhere.
“Yeah, I’m actually starting to feel sorry for you,” said Ruston, letting out a short chuckle. As I walked further into the closet, I hadn’t realized how close I was standing to Ruston. Our arms touched briefly, and I quickly took a step back from the contact.
I never thought literal sparks would erupt the moment our skin touched. I was only a beta, but maybe an alpha’s charm extended past omegas.
He coughed and waved towards the glass cabinets. He was acting like nothing happened, or maybe the brief skin contact didn’t affect him the way it did to me.
“Zaff said not to worry about anything in the cabinets,” he said, and I nodded silently. “I’m going to get back to work. Do you have any questions before I go?”
“Nope, not really,” I said. “Pretty straightforward. Do everyone’s laundry today.”
“Good,” he said slowly, his eyes on my breasts.
I coughed and covered myself with my hands, and he chuckled to himself before leaving the room. Relieved he was finally gone, I stood there staring at the massive collection of ties, sunglasses, watches, and shoes this alpha had collected. The size of this closet was my entire trailer, and my eyes widened when I saw a unique gold mug inside one of the glass cabinets. His name was etched on it, and I wondered if it was real gold.
Turning my attention back to the laundry at hand, I started by emptying out the basket onto the floor so I could sort the clothes. I was scared of mixing any of his professional outfits with any casual wear.
I tried not to stare at his briefs as I sorted out each article of clothing.
While I worked, I started to get excited again by the idea of my huge paycheck and making Aunt Julie happy. She’d be so proud of me and all the money I’d be making for us.
Except she wouldn’t be proud of the slutty outfit I was wearing.
Blocking that from my mind, I was finally finished after ten minutes of sorting through Zaff’s clothes. I rolled the basket out to the hallway and walked in the direction of the laundry room.
I was starting to get lost, though, as I tried to make sense of the many different turns. Suddenly, the handle of the rolling basket snapped off the hinges, and it fell, with all the clothes tumbling out onto the floor.
“Fuck,” I whispered, still holding the handle that wasn’t attached to anything. I dropped to my knees, and I started to pick up the clothes, throwing them back into the basket before anyone saw me.
Oscar
“We’re done for the day, boys,” I announced after demonstrating one last move during my daily karate training for boys who had been bullied in school. The three young boys’ faces were saddened at the end of the training, like always when class would be over. The bamboo trees outside the home swung with the wind, and the lanterns in the room cast a calm golden glow over the polished wooden floors.
This place was my safe haven and also a place in my house that I dedicated to inspire others.
“Aww,” said Harry, kicking invisible enemies with his skinny eight-year-old body. George and Chris looked longingly at the swimming pool outside of our training room through the glass doors. They were all the same age and acted how typical boys would act at this age.
“Nope, swimming is only on Fridays,” I reminded them sternly. They knew no matter how stern my voice would be, I wasn’t intimidating to them in the slightest. “You’ve all done really well. Let’s go, as I’m sure your parents are waiting out front.”
I walked the boys towards the front door while I thought about my own childhood. I wish I had some guidance growing up as the scrawny kid who was constantly getting bullied by the bigger alphas for my height.
“Thanks, Oscar,” said George’s father, shaking my hand. “I don’t have the money at this time, but I’ll try at the end of the month. Is that alright with you?”
“Of course,” I said. “Not a problem.”
He was the last parent to leave, and he waved gratefully before getting into his small gray car. Even if he didn’t pay, I wouldn’t fucking raise hell about it. I was well-off with the type of money our pack was making.
As I walked towards my room, I heard a small crash, and I quickly headed in that direction. I wasn’t prepared when I saw our new maid sprawled on the ground on her knees, picking up clothes. Taking in the sight of her barely clad body, my eyes traveled from her butt to her thighs and then to her sexy black heels.
Fuck.
Zaff and his games.
They fucking had her dress up in this to tempt us all. Breathing hard, I tried to look away, but I couldn’t.
The captivating sight of her bulbous pale ass widely exposed in her thong made all the blood rush down to my dick. I never partook in any of the human knotting activities my pack did since I was saving myself for our omega. I wanted babies, and humans couldn’t provide that for me. We just weren’t compatible, no matter how many non-disclosure agreements that the humans would sign regarding our alpha knots.
Breanna was temptation right in front of me.
I cleared my throat, and she quickly sat up, pulling down her thin, see-through maid dress over her thong. Her face was pink at having been caught, and my cock twitched. She was innocent, and I really should fucking leave. She didn’t deserve to have a monster like myself knotting her.
“Hi, Oscar,” she said in her breathy voice. “I couldn’t find the laundry room, and I think I’m lost. Do you think you could show me where it is?”
I inhaled deeply, trying to master my emotions.
“Hello, Breanna,” I said, offering my hand to help her up, but she hesitated before taking it.
When she took my hand, lightning lit between us, and my heart thundered in my chest when I took in her nervous doe eyes. As I helped her stand- I had to hold myself back from pulling her towards me so I could see what she smelled like. Even humans had some type of smell to identify themselves. Some women liked to put on thick perfume, some wanted to go all-natural, and some didn’t shower at all, leaving behind a foul odor.
Leaning in close as I helped her up, I didn’t notice any particular smell associated with her, and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling back with an alarmed expression.
“Nothing,” I said quickly, rubbing my beard. “I can show you where the laundry room is.”
Breanna was about to pick up the basket, but I quickly placed a hand over hers. She subtly jumped at the contact, and I knew she was just as affected as I was. I grew instantly confused about this connection of ours.
She had to have some kind of scent that I was missing. As I carried the laundry basket, thoughts about her raced through my mind. Who was this girl? Why didn’t she smell like anything? Even with my keen alpha senses, it was elusive. I tried to lean towards her several times, trying to make it an accident, but she’d look at me warily from the side of her eye. She probably thought I was being creepy, but I was naturally curious.
But maybe…if I put my nose between her pussy lips, I’d smell something. But that would never happen. I would be forever loyal to the future omega we would take when our pack was ready.
“Thank you,” she said as I put the laundry basket in front of the washer.
“You’re welcome,” I said, my voice husky as I stared at her thighs while she started to load the machine. The muscles in the back of her shapely, thick thighs flexed repeatedly as she bent over the basket and lifted the clothes into the washer. Every inch of my dick was hard enough to knot her ten times over. Feeling pre-cum press against my thigh, I left the laundry room and quickly went into the empty room next door, which had long tables meant to fold clothes.
I had to take care of business.
Ripping down my white pants, my dick stood straight up as I gripped it hard. Fuck. I wished I could go back in there and watch her load the washer forever while I jacked off. But that would be too risky.
The memory of her beautiful tits hanging down while she was on all fours caused more pre-cum to leak. Gripping my cock, I rubbed up and down the shaft imagining she was on all fours with my cock between her soft, pliant lips. And while her mouth was on my cock, one of my packmates would ram into her tight pussy. Over and over until she was fucking pregnant with our pack’s baby.
But she was human.
Fuck.
