All Chapters of Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The streetlight outside Carrie’s house cast a faint light inside the room, just enough for Greg to make out the frame of her face, her long lashes, the cute knob of her nose, the sharpness of her cheekbones, her plump swollen lips. She looked beautiful even in her sleep.Suddenly, Greg was back to the first night they spent together.Carrie had fallen asleep then, tired from the vigorous fucking but completely peaceful in her slumber. Now, she slept, nestled comfortably in his arms. He was hit by a great nostalgia at how similar the moments were. Except now, they had bonded. Not only did the two of them come together to mate, she wore his mark by the end of it.As if possessed, his hand darted to her neck, over the bruised skin where his teeth sank just an hour ago. He touched the swollen gland but quickly pulled back when his Omega shifted.Greg held his breath. He didn’t want to bother her sleep, knowing how taxing a mating bond could be to the receiving end. Luckily, his mate didn’

Indeed, after an hour, Winona showed up at her door, giddy like a girl doing trick or treat. As soon as Carrie opened the door, her friend pierced her with a sharp look.“Show it to me,” she demanded.All Carrie could do was stand as the Beta swept her hair away from her neck and examine her. Winona winced at the sight of her bruise.“Damn, that looks deep,” she grimaced. “Does it hurt?”Carrie simply shrugged.It was painful, yes. More painful than her previous mark. That had been arbitrary. Greg’s mark went deep as if he had been lost in the act, his hunger taking over his practical judgment. That very thought was enough to ease the throbbing pain she still endured until now.Besides, the pain was a good reminder of how loved she was.She was marked, claimed by such a great Alpha who accepted her and fought for her, and loved her. She could endure all the pain in the world if that meant being with the Alpha whom she loved and loved her in return.Greg carried marks from Carrie as we

The water trickled slowly into the tub. Carrie applied a thick mask on her face for hydration, watching from the mirror as the stream began to rise, curling in delicate wisps. When the mirror finally blurred, she turned the tap off.The water was warm, perfect for a long soak.It was still midday, and after successfully chasing her mate out of her house, Carrie decided it was time for self-care. She was planning on submerging herself in the water, pampering her skin appropriately for the occasion.From the rack beside the tub, she took the basket full of her bath goodies and laced the water with lavender oil. The steam started to smell more divine—floral, warm, and slightly medicinal. It reminded her of the bath her mother liked to draw. Rose petals would float lazily across the surface, drifting with the motion of her limbs as she settled in. Her mother said keeping your body soft was as important as keeping your face wrinkle-free, and she indulged in a proper pamper day every two we

Greg was mindlessly cruising through different channels of Carrie’s TV when he heard the Omega’s voice. He got up on command to attend to his mate’s needs.It had been about an hour since she chased him away, and despite his desire to keep his eyes on his beloved mate, he didn’t want to bother her either when she specifically told him she wanted to be alone.Truth be told, it was his nerves that got him here earlier than planned. He never really took the time to prepare himself when visiting his father’s estate. Only now did he groom himself the way he did on special occasions to look extra presentable in front of his family. And even then, it took significantly less time than he expected. Which meant more time making scenarios in his head on how the dinner would go.A pair of his newer tailored pants he got for a black-tie party last year, and the shirt he and Mandy bought for his first day of promotion. A decent formal look without going overboard. The dinner wasn’t about him anyway

The road began to loosen as they slipped away from the city. Carrie looked out from the window, her leg bouncing uncontrollably, trying not to think of their destination or to look at the clock.Greg’s trick gave them very little breathing time since both of them had to change clothes. Good thing Carrie had her reserves, though she had to retouch her hair and makeup. The Alpha’s shirt was completely ruined, and while Carrie was proud of her work, she wouldn’t take responsibility for it. It was him who started everything anyway. Now, they were cruising the boulevard at threshold speed.They entered a one-way street that Carrie wasn’t familiar with. She hadn’t been to the Blackbird estate more than twice, but she was pretty sure the mansion sat south of the city, over ten kilometers straight ahead.The street was small on this route, and the buildings gave way to space. The roar of traffic softened to a hum beneath the tires.“Are we going the right way?” She asked in confusion as they