All Chapters of Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“I don’t smell like motor oil,” Greg argued, sitting beside her.Monee gave an unamused grunt, leaning back on the sofa and spreading her arms on the backrest as if she owned it. She looked completely relaxed, and Mandy looked completely comfortable beside her, even leaning in on her sister so it looked like Monee had her arms around her shoulders.“You really do,” Mandy said.Greg frowned, flashing a disbelieving look. He turned to her, taking her hand and giving it a kiss. “Do I smell like motor oil, my love?”Carrie thought for a while, affecting a neutral expression as she met the Alpha’s expectant gaze. Big as he was, he looked like a small puppy waiting to be praised.She smiled at him. “Only sometimes, honey,” she said affectionately.Now, he looked genuinely offended, his brows furrowed, and he was pouting like a child. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”“I’m on your side, but it’s true, honey.” She tried to sound genuine while holding in her laugh.Watching them, the twins g

Carrie kept a soft smile on her face despite the sour taste in her mouth and the thudding in her chest.They started eating. The dishes in“Tell me how you two met,” Roberta said in a weirdly warm tone.Carrie shot Greg a questioning look, not sure whether to take the lead in telling the story and not exactly convinced about how easy this was going.The Alpha mirrored her confusion and unease before turning to Mandy. Carrie’s gaze shifted between the two, who were clearly having a silent conversation.A minute later, Mandy was telling everyone the story of how Carrie and her brother met, mentioning things Greg did and events Carrie wasn’t aware of. It was mostly she, Lester, and Roberta talking with occasional mocking comments from Monee and embarrassed grunts from Greg. For her part, Carrie nodded when needed, laughing when everyone laughed, which was more frequent than she expected.She was thankful for the young Omega. Carrie wouldn’t be able to tell the story that enthusiastically

The rancid smell of her vomit made Carrie retch even more. It was a vicious cycle of vomiting and tasting the acid in her mouth, and smelling the acrid vomit, and then vomiting once again.She heaved violently as sharp, wet convulsions made her eyes water. She was already kneeling on the floor, knees weak from nausea and exhaustion.It started in a slow unease early this morning. Carrie passed the unwelcome weight in the gut as anxiety from meeting Greg’s family. It grew with every passing second, but she set it aside.Occasionally, Carrie’s mouth watered in a strange, unusual way, the kind that doesn’t soothe but warns. She barely survived the main course. Smells, even the faintest ones, turned suddenly sharp, sour, and unbearable.Then all of a sudden, it hit her. A rolling, dizzying swell that gripped her stomach and chest, tightening like a fist. There was no time to think, just a desperate lurch at the bowl as her body surrendered.Carrie flushed the toilet for the third time sin

“I’ve never heard of it happening before!” Alisa insisted, obviously unconvinced of Roberta’s theory. But when she looked at Carrie, bringing her nose up and sniffing, her face contorted in an unreadable frown.Pregnant Omegas have a significant smell to them. Carrie knew this after all the training she got from her mother. Oftentimes, the pregnant Omega wouldn’t smell of it, but some, especially those who had already birthed a pup, could sense it a week or two after the impregnation.Carrie had been with Omega during their pregnancies. She had assisted both her cousin and her brother-in-law, so Carrie knew what to do when someone was with a pup. She just didn’t know what to do when it was she who was pregnant. She didn’t even know how to react!The words struck her like a bell, each one echoing deep inside, louder than reason.She felt her whole body stiffen at Alisa’s question earlier, and she was glad to finally sit down. Otherwise, she would be on the floor, carrying the weight of

“How are you feeling?” Greg asked while propping a pillow behind his mate’s head.Carrie had her eyes closed as she leaned back on the headrest, her shoulder slouched, and her breathing rapid.He sat on the corner of his bed and placed another pillow under her feet this time. The doctor said elevating her legs would ease the soreness. Though he wasn’t really convinced of Dr. Kramer. The old beta just tired his mate with all his tests.Half an hour into Roberta and Alisa’s argument, his grandfather suggested they call the family doctor. Greg wasn’t exactly sure how a general physician would deal with an alleged pregnant woman, but it turned out, he had an Omega expert under his wing.They were in Greg’s room in the manor after he interrupted the check-up and chased the doctors away.The two professionals interviewed, poked and prodded, assessed his mate and went home with nothing. They weren’t able to say for certain if Carrie was pregnant.She did carry the scent of an unborn pup, the