In a swift move, Greg scooped Carrie up from the floor and marched towards her room.Gods knew how long he had been waiting to hear those words from her. And now that she did, he wasted no time on hesitation.The scent of the Omega’s desire was strong in the air, and even if he just blew into her mouth, he was already ready for another round.Knotting involved a great deal of energy, but despite their stressful day, Greg could feel the vitality pumping into his veins.He dropped Carrie on the bed and crawled over her, peppering her body with soft kisses, but skipping her neck where her mating gland throbbed enticingly. When they were face to face, the Omega cupped his cheeks to stop him from descending onto her lips.“I want to ride you. Make you feel good,” she whispered, her voice sultry and sexy.“You always make me feel good,” he said before dipping in for a quick kiss. “But your wish is my command.He moved aside and lay on the bed. Carrie was quick to climb onto his body, lying
Carrie welcomed Greg with a kiss.As soon as he entered the door, she pushed him in the wall and attacked his lips that she missed so damn much. When was the last time they kissed? Just yesterday, yet it felt as though she hadn’t seen him in years.“Easy tiger,” the Alpha laughed when they finally parted to breathe. “I’m not going anywhere.”He looked her in the eyes, and Carrie was momentarily stunned by the emotions she saw in his. No, he wasn’t going anywhere.“You better not.”She pulled the tie of her robe and exposed her nakedness underneath. Greg cursed at the sight of her, approval coming in waves from his body. Carrie took it all in: his marveling gaze, the sweet scent of his approval and arousal, and the possessiveness of his touch.She didn’t waste any more time. She got down on her knees to give him the best kind of welcome he would ever experience.Greg’s trousers were already tenting. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants in a quick, experienced action. The next
“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