Novels by maddie a

Cold and empty. That was how Carrie felt waking up.When her alarm rang, she instinctively tapped the other side of the bed, hoping to find a sleeping Alpha next to her. But of course, that wasn’t the case.That was what she wanted, so she couldn’t blame anyone but herself.She thought distancing herself from the Alpha would give her time to think. Albert’s words still played in her mind.What if she wasn’t giving Greg a choice?Greg was attached to her. He liked her. After all, he chose her over a younger, fertile Omega. But would his emotions affect his professional decisions in the future? Greg was a brilliant young man. He was a valuable member of her department, and after the keenness he showed yesterday, it wouldn’t be long before someone from other departments would start knocking on his door for a better position in the company.Would Greg accept it?What if he turned

Greg’s phone chirped just as he was stepping out of the bathroom. It was a text from his boss telling him she was already tucked in bed and telling him to do the same. Greg stared at his screen, not entirely sure what to do with it. He typed a quick ‘goodnight’ before throwing the device on his bed. They had checked in yesterday, but this was the first time the bed would be slept on. Which was awful, because he wasn’t planning on sleeping on it at all. At least not alone. Without bothering to throw on a shirt, he sat on the bed, but not before snatching a beer from the minifridge. The bill was under the company’s name anyway. He was sure they wouldn’t mind a beer or two chipped off their gross income.Besides, there were more pressing issues than Blackbird’s finances. Like, why the hell was his boss avoiding him?Well, he wasn’t really sure if she was avoiding him, but the signs were all pointing to that.The ride back to the hotel was quiet. The ride to the restaurant for dinner w

Due to the slight failure they encountered, the flight testing ran a bit late. Still, Carrie was in high spirits. There was really no such thing as a failure in research, where everything could be data. With Greg noticing the temperature variance earlier, they were able to run the diagnostics right away and make the necessary adjustments before anyone got hurt. Her chest puffed with every compliment for Greg, not just as a superior but as his Omega. It took everything from Carrie not to run into his arms and kiss him. She was on her way back to the telemetry bay from the washroom. On the other side of the window, the runway shimmered orange. From where she stood, she could make out the shape of their test subject for today, standing proudly on the sky port, and only then did she feel the exhaustion snake into her veins.Her phone beeped in her pocket, making her pause. ‘Meet you at the lobby. Got your things already,’ Greg texted, followed by a smiley face. Carrie felt herself mi

The low hum of the engines vibrated through the already tensed air at the telemetry bay. Greg was standing behind his boss, who was discussing the Full Authority Digital Engine Control system with the representative of the Instrumentation Team. They arrived at the airbase at the exact time they were supposed to, as opposed to Carrie’s worries. After a satisfying early morning fuck, they decided to shower together to cut the prep time, but ended up spending longer inside. His skin still hurt every time the fabric of his button-up rubbed on his scratches, which was every time he moved. Greg didn’t mind. It was a tangible reminder of how great their time was earlier. Silently, he listened to the quiet conversation, all the while keeping an eye on the floor-to-ceiling screens that lined the front wall. There was a stream of numbers flashing on a couple of the screens, a graph on another, then the live video feed from the sky port, and inside the spacecraft. “So far, so good,” one of t

Greg watched her sleep. The quilt hid her nude form, but even with his eyes closed, he could make out the softness of her curves, the sharpness of her bones.He wanted her. Even as he looked at her now, he longed for her, to touch her, to kiss her. For her touches, for her kisses. He could hear her heart beat steadily, her breathing even and slow. Light was leaking from the tiny gap between the curtain, so Greg knew they would be getting up soon. He nudged her gently, whispering sweet words to wake her up. It didn’t take long before Carrie turned over and gazed at him with half-aware eyes. “What time is it?” She asked groggily. After the night they had, he knew she was tired. “7:30.”His boss groaned, nuzzling on his chest and murmuring her protest. “We need to get up.” He poked her sides, willing her to move.“No,” she groaned, making him laugh. She looked cute like this.Unable to help himself, his hand moved slowly over her supple body. From the roundness of her breasts, dow

The second the door of Carrie’s hotel room closed, they were on each other.Carrie reached out and brushed her hand along his chest. Her skin felt warm and soft. All pretense fell. He brought his hand to her neck, to guide her to him as they took hurried steps back to the bed. The plan had been to part to their own rooms after checking in, but even in the elevator, they could barely resist each other. Not when Carrie was still slick from their flight activities. No words were said, but the mutual understanding was there. Greg eased her coat off her shoulders and was surprised by what he found.“You naughty girl,” he growled. She must have taken off her clothes when she excused herself to the powder room while they were checking in.Gone was her business attire.; Carrie had nothing but a lacy lingerie under her coat. Greg recognized the plunging neckline. It was the same as her top. Did she have it on earlier? Greg was amazed by how she managed to make such salacious clothing look