Omega Thief And Her Alpha Mate

{ Nukea }

Today was supposed to be my day off and yet, here I am, hiding behind a bush trying to find a way to sneak into the Alpha’s mansion to steal whatever I can find, while wearing high heels and the most uncomfortable dress I've ever worn.

I was planning on going to a party tonight. I thought that I could have a peaceful day for once, maybe even have fun... but my father decided that I had to work today too, after all.

He's been toying with the idea of stealing from Alpha Robert for a while now, not only because my dad hates him personally, but because he's also filthy rich.

He's always going around showing off all kinds of expensive watches and my father still remembers the time when Luna Lidia was alive and she had jewels adorning her body. My dad is sure those jewels are still in this house and he wants to have them.

He wants me to get them for him.

I never said anything about it because I assumed it was just another stupid plan coming out of his drunken brain, I didn't think he really wanted to put it into action. And most of all, I didn't think he would send me to do it.

But I can't say no, I really need a big hit like this. My father hasn’t made any money in two weeks, so he’s been taking mine. My savings are running out and I can’t let that happen.

I stay hidden behind this bush for about fifteen more minutes until I'm sure the perimeter is completely clear and the house is empty. I wait until the street is empty as well and then I run straight into the hallway leading to the backyard.

Of course they don't have security... who would dare to steal from the Alpha? The answer is: me. A poor girl who really doesn't have much to lose.

The two different service doors and the one for the backyard are both locked, but one of the windows is open. It's narrow, but I'm fortunate enough to have a small body perfect for this kind of situation, so I manage to jump across.

And, just like that, I'm in.

I almost do a celebratory dance, but I stop myself because I know I can't waste any time. Luckily, the house is completely silent and the lights are off.

This gigantic mansion belongs to Robert Heiden, the Alpha of the Greyhound pack.

It's been five years since Alpha Robert and his army of wolves attacked and conquered my old pack to take over the territory. Since then, me and my family have been part of Greyhound and everything went to shit.

My father refused to obey the Alpha's command and, in return, Robert has completely and continuously screwed us over. For five years now my father has not been able to get a job at Greyhound, he’s looked down upon and despised everywhere he goes.

The man who was my father five years ago no longer exists, now he's just a drunken troublemaker who spends all of my hard earned money. Stealing is not an easy job, especially not when I’m stealing from such a powerful man. Being here is risky, but I'm confident in my abilities. I’m a pro.

First, I give myself the task of scanning the entire first floor for anything of value, any hidden boxes where they might have cash stashed away.

I know a billionaire like Robert doesn't handle a lot of cash, but I'm still hopeful.

Sadly, I find nothing, so I go upstairs and start scanning the rooms. The first two I enter appear to be just guest rooms, but the third one is larger and lived in.

It obviously belongs to someone and I get excited because I know I'll find something here. I have to, there’s a lot of shit around.

And it smells so good, like a expensive cologne mixed with something especial, something else I can’t quite name.

I turn on the light and start searching, there are a bunch of papers on the desk and a large computer, but there doesn't seem to be any money or valuables in here. I can't leave with something as big as that computer, I’m not dumb.

I move to the walk-in closet and start looking in there.

I let out a little squeal of excitement when I find a green box with five watches in there. Rolex watches. My god, I hit the jackpot!

This is fucking awesome. I don't know exactly how much they cost, but I know they are extremely expensive.

As I'm admiring the watches, I hear the door to the room suddenly open and I let out a gasp.

Damn it.

I know I'm screwed now, but I don't plan on leaving here empty-handed, so I grab one of the watches and I hide it in my cleavage under my tits before closing the box again.

"Shit, I stink," a man with a deep voice growls in the room as I'm looking around trying to find a way out or a hiding spot, but before I can... he appears in the door.

"Huh? Who are you?" the guy who just walked in asks.

This is Theodore Heiden. The Alpha's son. The next Alpha. Or ‘The Enforcer’, as they call him.

I’ve only seen him from afar with his fancy clothes next to his fancy rich friends… but I’ve heard all kinds of crazy rumors about him, especially that he’s a freaking psychopath who kills criminals in the most savage ways.

He is even bigger and more intimidating up close, his arms are the size of my head.

This might be my last night alive.

"Are you a stripper or something?" Theodore asks, slurring his words. He doesn't look scared or angry at my presence, he's just confused.

Once the shock of being caught begins to dissipate a bit, I realize that Theodore is completely drunk. His black button down shirt is wet and half the buttons are open, his hair is disheveled and his eyes are red and wild, and he is swaying on his feet as he looks at me.

He just gave me the perfect alibi, what kind of stupid bitch would I be if I didn't follow it?

"Yes, Sugar, I'm a stripper. The best one in town," I answer with a smile and what I think is a sexy voice, while trying to hide my shaky hands, "I was waiting for you. Took you long enough to get here."

Theodore frowns and I know he's about to ask what the fuck I'm doing in his closet, but I start walking towards him to distract him, trying to be sexy.

"What the..."

"Your friends wanted to surprise you, they sent me here," I say before he can even ask. Theodore walks backwards with every step I take to get closer to him, as if that tower of a man is scared of little old me, until we’re back in his room, "How do you want me, Sir?"

That maybe was a bit much, but I just want to distract him enough so he doesn't think too hard about what the hell I was doing in his closet.

Theodore considers my words in his drunken brain, but he's not fazed by my presence at all, he's not yelling that he's going to call the cops or something. So, I guess, of all the ways I could get caught, this is the best one.

I just have to pretend to be a stripper. But to be honest, it won't be that hard.

Some would even say it's part of my omega nature, to be a whore.

Besides, Theodore is a very handsome man, even in this drunken state. His masculine features are perfect on his face. He has lovely full lips, a straight nose, bushy black eyebrows over the deepest black eyes and a head full of black hair. He’s very tall too, six foot five at least, his shoulders are broad and although he smells like someone poured gallons of alcohol on him, I know he smells quite delicious normally because of the scent still lingering in his room.

If all customers were like Theodore, I'd actually be a stripper and I wouldn’t have to do shit like this.

{ Theodore }

I've never been interested in strippers, it's not like I need them... but this woman right here is beautiful.

At first I was confused at her presence in my closet, but when she started walking towards me with all the seduction in the world in her every step, it all made sense and suddenly I find myself considering the situation.

While I'm still considering it, I take a couple more steps back so she doesn't catch up to me.

"If you want a dance, you can start by sitting on your bed," she instructs me, her deep voice literally sounds like pure seduction.

What will she do to me? Okay, considering she's a stripper, I know there's only one thing she's here to do, but... should I accept it?

Everything inside me is screaming yes. Even my wolf is waking up and taking an interest in what's going on, pushing me to do something to accept this woman's advances. But I'm not so sure.

What if this is just a test on Isabella's part to check if I would cheat on her?

"Wait, who sent you? What friend?"

"Tony... or Tommy, something like that," she answers easily, reaching over to me and placing a hand on my chest. Her touch burns on my bare skin and it makes me throw all my doubts overboard, especially when she pushes me gently to guide me to my bed and makes me sit my ass there.

It's just a gift, right? I can't be rude, I should just accept it... wait, who the hell is Tony or Tommy?

"I-I don't know any Tony or Tommy," I mumble out loud, but she doesn't stop. Before I know it, I have her sitting on my lap and I can only lift my gaze to meet her green eyes, completely full of fire.

Everything inside me starts to tremble, my mind clouds over and my every instinct starts a revolution. Suddenly, it doesn't matter if this is a test from my girlfriend or if my unknown friends sent her, I just want to touch her.

My chest is burning because of her hand and my heart is pumping hard as if it wants to jump out to be touched by her too. My wolf is howling inside my mind, making me breathe hard to catch as much of her sweet scent as possible.

So I give in, I reach up to grab her hair and pull her to me until I have her lips on mine. Then I give her the most intense kiss I've ever had.

I even lose track of time and space for a moment, just kissing her hard while her hands touch me all over, as if she's as interested in me as I am to her.

Except that, suddenly, she breaks the kiss.

"You know what? I think I got the wrong house," she says, confusing me again as she stands up from my body, "I'm sorry, handsome. I think I was actually sent to your neighbor, not you."

"What? But..." I can't say anything else because the stripper runs out the door to get out of here sooner than I can comprehend in my drunk ass brain, "Wait! What's your name?!"

She doesn't answer, I can only hear her running down the stairs.

My wolf pushes me to follow her immediately so I do, I run after her but it's too late because I can see her getting out the front door and then running out with all her might until she disappears.

"What the fuck?" I ask out loud, absolutely confused. Why the hell did she leave like this, like she was running away from me?

Is she seriously going to my neighbor?

I grab my phone and search my contacts for someone named Tony or Tommy, but there's no one. Fuck, maybe she actually got the wrong house.

I sigh with disappointment and go upstairs again to do what I came here to do before I found that mystery woman in my room: sleep until the alcohol is out of my system.

I go back to my room and start taking off my clothes, except when I take off my pants, I look for my wallet and it's not here.

I know for a fact that I had it in my pocket before I got out of the cab when I got here because I've been guarding my wallet like it’s my first child for a week now.

But it's not here.

Oh, shit.

That beautiful stripper stole my wallet. My heart stops when I realize.

I don't give a shit about the money or the cards, but the ring was there.

My mom's ring, the one I’m going to use to propose to my girlfriend.

I need to get it back.