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Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Revelations
âCan I sit?â He sat down on the bench before Carrie could reply, obligating her to wiggle aside to accommodate him. âSure,â she smiled. The boy smiled back, a small dimple appearing just an inch below his lips. Adorable. Carrie loved children. That was probably her Omega talking, but being around them always brings her warmth. Finding out she would never have her own had been devastating. Now, Carrie suited herself in looking after her niece and the other kids in their pack. She had never missed anyoneâs birthday. Every kid in their pack loved their Auntie Carrie for a reason. âIâm sooo tired,â the boy grumbled. He was still short enough that his legs dangled from the bench. A seven-year-old maybe. Or six. He was cute with his button nose scrunching as he heaved a sigh. Weirdly, the boy looked familiar. Carrie simply couldnât point a finger on it.âYouâve been shopping a lot?â Guess it wasnât just Carrie who was tired from shopping.âYes! Many stores but nothing for me,â he poute
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-25Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   First Day
Greg had mixed opinions about his new workplace. It was clean, cool, bright, and smelled nice, and the low murmur of his new colleagues combined with the hum of computers was kind of relaxing. Large windows stretch along one side, potted plants dot the space, their green leaves a gentle contrast to the monochrome desks and steel-gray chairs. The complete opposite of the test floor filled with large equipment and dangerous machines.The office was okay, generally, but Greg liked his previous workplace a lot more. He liked to get his hands dirty. The only consolation was that his cube was close to Chief Carson. If he peeked to his right, her office window was in his direct line of sight. Greg stretched his legs under his new desk. It was plywood made into a sleek modern work table, but it was too small for his frame so his loafer-encased feet poked underneath. His slacks were tight and his dress shirt compressed his torso a little too tightly. The attendant at the store said it was
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-26Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   The Dare
In the next couple of days, Greg started to adapt to his new workplace. People move on fast in a department like R&D where tasks never get tired of coming.Gregâs colleagues quickly forgot their prejudice and now, he found himself sitting between Ava and Nico, the Alpha who got chest-to-chest with him. They and the other five people from their department shared a table in the cafeteria.âSo, you single, Greg?â Jester, another Alpha, asked. Curiosity seemed to be unanimous because everyone at the table paused and looked at him, waiting for the answer. âYes,â he admitted mindlessly. They didnât look convinced. âI didnât mean mated, dude. Nothing casual too?ââNope.â Nothing wrong with being single. He liked it better than jumping from one bed to another before finding his mate.âNah, no way youâre not getting some.âThe group nodded and hummed their agreement as if Gregâs love life was their business. âI canât see why the Omegas arenât flocking around you.âAt that, he felt Ava inch
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-26Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Overtime Chat
Tired was an understatement.Carrie cracked her neck, her joints making a satisfying grinding sound. She moaned as the stiffness of her shoulders eased. Just a little. Actually, too little. Her stress was far from being relieved. After attending a four-hour meeting with other unit chiefs, where she was constantly ridiculed, albeit indirectly, for being born the way she was, Carrie was more than ready to get home. But of course, being away from her desk for that long meant being away from the stuff she had to accomplish on a regular.That left her working longer than anyone in their right mind would like. She counted how many days it would be until the weekend, and that only made her more depressed. She gathered her things and shouldered her bag, already ready to hit the sack. However, when she came out of her office, she caught sight of a large figure hunched over a table in the common area. Carrie could never mistake that frame. She scanned the office and found no one else but t
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-27Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Home Remedies
âYouâre crazy.â âCrazy in love,â Mandy added to her husbandâs comment.âIâm not in love,â Greg said without looking at them. He stirred the thin liquid in the pot to make sure the dried elderberries were properly soaked.He was at his half-sisterâs house, making what his mother called a cold-busting tea. Whenever Greg caught a cold or fever, she would boil elderberries and ginger. Then, when it was her mother who was feeling under the weather, he would make it for her. It was sweet enough for a childâs preference and he grew into drinking it whenever he got the chills. Now, it was his boss who was unwell, so, he was making one for her.âCanât you do that at home?â Lester yawned from the coffee table he and Mandy sat onâmore like slumped on.It was six in the morning. Greg had to go to work at 8:00, and lukewarm tea wasnât good. He wanted it hot and freshly made for Chief Carson. âI needed a deeper pot.â He turned to face them and pointed the ladle in their direction. âI didnât ask
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-28Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Tea Time
Tartness clung to her tongue from sipping the elderberry tea Greg brought her.It was all she drank the whole day, putting some ice in what remained on the tumbler by lunch.âItâs good cold too,â Greg had said like he was on a tea commercial. He could star in one, with a face like that...Carrie took another sip to get her thoughts away from the person who gave it to her.The tea was rich, with a velvety touch to it. Fruity with just the right pang of ginger. Greg was right, it was soothing. Carrie liked the sweetness levelânot too much but not bland, either. She engulfed the fruity, earthy, floral scent as she took another sip.That sickness might be a lie, but she sure needed this.Carrie was enjoying her tea and tinkering with her spreadsheet when Winona slipped into her office and dropped down on the chair. A sign she was working overtime again without realizing it. Right now, though, she was quite in a good mood doing it. Carrie briefly wondered why.âIs it worth the hype?â Wino
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-01Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Unexpected Meetings
âHeâs not married.â Winona slapped the cardboard box on the table. The many items yet to be sorted in the cardboard they were folding into boxes wobbled with the impact.âWhat?â Carrie shot her a confused look. One that mirrored the looks of her niece and Winonaâs daughter, who were folding boxes with them. âKeep folding,â Winona instructed the girls on the other end of the long wooden table. âYou too,â Carrie murmured to herself. If they were in their office, Carrie would have ordered her around.Her friend had been multitasking, scrolling through her phone while blindly folding. Even without looking, she knew Winona was on the young technicianâs page, stalking him for the nth time since yesterday.For some reason, she was convinced that Greg was single. Carrie appreciated her enthusiasm, but it was counterproductive now that they were approaching the Founding Anniversary. There was still so much to do for event prep. They were at Carrieâs great-great-great-grandparentsâ house tur
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-01Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Adult Friends
âWinona? Chief Carson? Hi!â Surprise painted his face, then quickly replaced by a smile that battled the afternoon sunâs glow. He wore a similar pair of overalls just like everyone else in their crew. The navy-blue baggy fabric hid the true shape of his toned body, and Carrie quietly thanked the Gods for that. At least that way, she wouldnât be too distracted.âOh, drop the honorifics. Weâre outside work,â Winona chuckled, as if her name were followed by a rank.Carrie was about to protest when she gave her a wide-eyed look that clearly said: donât you dare. âCarrieâs fine,â she said, taking one step closer out of courtesy. âBy the way, this is my brother-in-law, Andrew. Andrew, this is Greg. He works at Blackbird.â From the other side of the fence, Greg extended his hand to shake Andrewâs.Carrie wanted to retreat to the house. She shouldnât have come here. The sight of the young technician threw her into a panic, and it was taking her best not to sprint away from the fairground i
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-02
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Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Hand Him Over
She slipped off her shoes and dropped onto the couch, wondering what would have happened if a car hadnât been waiting for Greg outside. She could still feel the delicious pain from when he tugged her hair to force his cock deeper into her throat. Could still remember how arousing his moans sounded, telling her how good she was doing sucking his cock, how good it felt when he exploded in her mouth. Given a different setting, Carrie would have cried in pleasure and begged him to fuck her senseless.She sighed.After waking up alone in an unfamiliar bed, flying for hours, and keeping her head glued to her screen, she deserved to soak in a warm, soothing bath. Preferably with someone. Preferably a young Alpa who had expertise with engines. So good that he made Carrieâs old and rusty engine work again. But what her ex said was still on her mind, no matter how hard she tried to chuck it away.She knew it shouldnât. Greg was smart. He knew what he wanted and what he should do in life. Alp
Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Are we okay?
âIâll help you out with your bags,â Greg volunteered, stepping out of the car and opening the door for his boss. She gave him a weirded look but did not complain. âThank you for the ride, Marcel,â she told the chauffeur before climbing down.Greg grabbed her luggage and brought it to her front door, where he waited for her while she tipped the Beta chauffeur. It was already dark outside, and he would have gotten off at her place, too, if only the company hadnât sent a ride to take them home. There was something suspicious about it, but Greg had more pressing issues to face. âYou can leave that there,â Carrie instructed as she searched for her keys in her tote. But that wasnât Gregâs plan at all. He waited until she had opened the door and brought her luggage inside. âThe carâs waiting for you,â his boss warned as he passed by her. He placed her luggage in the foyer and discreetly pulled her aside until she was hidden against the wall and away from the open door. The curtains we
Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Flight Plans: Part 2 (18+)
Carrie regarded him with a serious look. Almost as serious as when she ordered the Captain to retreat yesterday. But there was want behind that veil, and Greg could smell how expectant she was to have him in her mouth. His nostrils flared, taking in the heightened scent of her needy pheromones.Greg was beyond rational thought. The scent of her desire made him bold. Bold enough that he whipped his cock out to show her how much he wanted her. If he had a choice, he would have tossed her on the sofa and fucked her senseless up above the clouds.Her eyes drifted over him in the direction of the cockpit, then behind, as though ensuring that they were in fact alone in the privacy of the cabin. But Greg was already working his hand over his hard cock. It emerged from beneath the fabric of his boxers, waiting for attention.He beckoned her with his scent. He wouldn’t call for her again, and she knew it. Either she let go of her reservations or let his
Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Flight Plans
âCan you email me the data from yesterday?â Carrie said without sparing him a look. The moment the plane lifted off, his bossâs eyes had been glued to her screen. Now, the aircraft was flying above the clouds, still, his bossâs attention never left her laptop. The world below shrank into a patchwork of fields, but he couldnât enjoy the cotton-colored clouds that drifted by the windows out of embarrassment from her solid focus on work. He settled into his seat and pulled out his tablet. âItâs Sunday,â he grumbled to himself, but he was already sharing the file with her. Usually, flying filled him with the kind of calm that only altitude could bring, but if he was sitting on a fully adjustable reclining seat, it didnât feel different from his desk at the office. When he looked up, he caught her staring at him with an eyebrow raised. âDo we have a problem, Mr. Noir?â Carrie had set her laptop aside and now had her arms folded over her chest, her expression sharp and stern. âNo, maâ
Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Her Young Man
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
Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Slippery Slope
Gregâs 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 âgoodnightâ 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 wasnât 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 companyâs name anyway. He was sure they wouldnât mind a beer or two chipped off their gross income.Besides, there were more pressing issues than Blackbirdâs finances. Like, why the hell was his boss avoiding him?Well, he wasnât 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
Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Choice
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. âMeet you at the lobby. Got your things already,â Greg texted, followed by a smiley face. Carrie felt herself mi
Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Close Call
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 Carrieâs 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 didnât 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. âSo far, so good,â one of t
Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss   Wake-up Call (18+)
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 didnât take long before Carrie turned over and gazed at him with half-aware eyes. âWhat time is it?â She asked groggily. After the night they had, he knew she was tired. â7:30.âHis boss groaned, nuzzling on his chest and murmuring her protest. âWe need to get up.â He poked her sides, willing her to move.âNo,â 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
