“Auntie Monee!” Dex jumped out of the sofa and ran to the foyer.Greg watched until he disappeared to the hallway. He heard a muffled chat before he emerged back a couple of minutes later in the arms of his aunt, giving an animated summary of the cartoon movie they were watching.“Hey,” he greeted.Monee ignored him, looking around while putting the boy down on the sofa next to him. “Do you have food in here? I’m starving.” As if on cue, Mandy walked out of the kitchen, still in her apron. “Of course, ma’am,” she drawled sarcastically. “At your service, young miss.”Monee rolled her eyes, but went over to her twin to wrap her in a hug.Despite being the older twin by five minutes, Mandy’s Omega frame was significantly smaller compared to Monee's. She almost disappeared in her arms as they hugged.“Is that braised beef I smell?” Monee gushed. “You’re the best sister I have!”“I’m the only sister you have.”Pushing her twin away, Monee returned to the kitchen with a huff. “You guys sh
There was a stark difference between the skies and her mood. It was almost comical how clear and blue it looked when her face was a picture of gloom.On the way to the rooftop, she bumped into a couple of employees who were most likely having their cigarette breaks. The two Alphas immediately changed course upon seeing her.Their office tower housed a garden on the rooftop. A far cry from a green building, considering how much fuel their industry used, but it was a convenient spot for people seeking a place to smoke or a spot to hide from their significant other, who turned out to be a child of the boss.Carrie felt pathetic. She was feeling a cacophony of emotions all screaming in her chest, but the loudest of all was lament. She wasn’t even sure what she was mourning about. She sat on the of the wooden bench, squirming as the hot surface touched her butt. She didn’t move, though. She sucked it up.Carrie was used to sucking it up.She couldn’t bear a pup? She sucked it up and live
“So, you’re actually our boss?”Greg snapped back to reality upon hearing Winona’s voice.He was on the sofa where he usually sat, head in his hands. He knew he looked terrible, folded up in despair like that, but he had passed the point of caring.“No,” he mumbled.He watched the Beta go to Carrie’s desk, then the cabinet behind it. She opened it and produced a bottle of whiskey.Greg watched, in confusion and amazement, as Winona poured the alcohol into a mug. The ceramic didn’t tell him how much she was pouring, but she was taking her time.“Carrie kept this here for special occasions. I think this qualifies as one.”She drank it, bottoms up. She took her time there, too, and Greg cringed while watching her. That must have burned.Very often in his life do Greg flinched but when the Beta slammed the mug on the oak desk, he almost jumped.Winona started pouring again. “I kinda see it, you know. Your old man in you.” Her tone was neutral, so was her scent, as usual, but what she was
Janice walked out of Carrie’s office, dumbfounded. At the door, she gave Carrie a resentful glare and the man behind her a fearful glance.Carrie followed her with her eyes, but even she was in a veritable state of shock. It was as if everything was happening on a screen and she was merely an audience, sitting amongst the crowd of viewers.Still processing the new information, Carrie wasn’t sure how long she stared at nothing.Winona must have left, too, at some point, because when she came back to her senses, it was just her and Greg in her office.Greg moved beside her and swiveled her chair so that they were facing each other. The Alpha kneeled, as though letting Carrie look down on him. Instead, Carrie felt like a child talking to an adult.“Please look at me,” Greg said, his voice solemn, almost at the brink of tears.Carrie blinked, focusing her eyes on the Alpha. Sharp jaw, strong cheekbones, and deep brown eyes. He looked the same as before, but different. He was Greg, but he
Carrie stared at the newcomer in awe and utter confusion. Winona let her in in a panic, and she herself rose from her seat, despite being in a petrified state, to show respect to their higher-up.Monique Blackbird, sole heiress of the company, was in her office, reeking of elegance and authority and looking as confused as Carrie was.But unlike Carrie, her presence was composed. She moved with the kind of grace that didn’t look practiced. Her sharp scent of authority got stronger with every fluid step towards them, willing the room to adjust around her.The smell of pheromones battered Carrie. She prided herself as a robust woman, being surrounded by males and Alphas all her life. But the tension between the two Alphas was still heavy in the air. The addition of another Alpha only made it severe. Her Omega self was getting dizzy with this silent olfactory attack.Janice was the first to recover from the shock. Fixing her posture, she asked, “M
“What’s in the bag?” The female Alpha asked, reaching down to grab it from his grasp.Greg quickly lifted it away, up his head, knowing she won’t be able to reach it. Even with her heels and tall Alpha frame, he was still older and significantly bigger than her.She huffed, giving up, but folded her arms across her chest in defiance. The heiress of the Blackbird never loses.“Tea and electrolytes?” She listed the items she caught a glimpse of when Greg brought the bag down. “Do you have diarrhea? Eww!”She took a step back, her face a picture of disgust.Greg shook his head, suddenly exhausted. “Not mine. I was asked to buy some stuff since I’m going down anyway,” he explained. Not exactly the truth, but it wasn’t really a lie either.“Whatever you say,” she murmured. “Anyway, have you thought about my offer?”This was why Greg wanted to es
The plastic bag dangled in Greg’s hands as he made his way to the elevators. It was lunchtime, and he decided to grab a snack at the convenience store in the lobby instead of a proper meal because he wanted to buy some stuff for his boss.She walked past his desk earlier, massaging her head and then working the kink in her neck as if she had a long day. Except it was only an hour since work started. The Omega certainly looked tired, nonetheless.Now, he had a bag full of pain relief items. He got analgesic rub, menthol patches, cooling eye masks, some herbal tea bags, and an electrolyte drink just in case she preferred that.He wanted to get there as quickly as he could, knowing his teammates would be at the cafeteria around this time. No one would notice if he slipped into the Chief’s office to deliver his goodies.But as he approached the elevators, he noticed a group of people that made him stop. Three men in their well-cut, dark, and expensive suits and a woman standing tall amids
She slipped off her shoes and dropped onto the couch, wondering what would have happened if a car hadn’t 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 Carrie’s 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 shouldn’t. Greg was smart. He knew what he wanted and what he should do in life. Alp
“I’ll help you out with your bags,” Greg volunteered, stepping out of the car and opening the door for his boss. She gave him a weirded look but did not complain. “Thank you for the ride, Marcel,” 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 hadn’t sent a ride to take them home. There was something suspicious about it, but Greg had more pressing issues to face. “You can leave that there,” Carrie instructed as she searched for her keys in her tote. But that wasn’t Greg’s plan at all. He waited until she had opened the door and brought her luggage inside. “The car’s waiting for you,” 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