บททั้งหมดของ Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

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.Greg’s 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.“So, you single, Greg?” Jester, another Alpha, asked. Curiosity seemed to be unanimous because everyone at the table paused and looked at him, waiting for the answer. “Yes,” he admitted mindlessly. They didn’t look convinced. “I didn’t mean mated, dude. Nothing casual too?”“Nope.” Nothing wrong with being single. He liked it better than jumping from one bed to another before finding his mate.“Nah, no way you’re not getting some.”The group nodded and hummed their agreement as if Greg’s love life was their business. “I can’t see why the Omegas aren’t flocking around you.”At that, he felt Ava inch

“You’re crazy.” “Crazy in love,” Mandy added to her husband’s comment.“I’m not in love,” 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-sister’s 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 child’s 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.“Can’t you do that at home?” Lester yawned from the coffee table he and Mandy sat on—more like slumped on.It was six in the morning. Greg had to go to work at 8:00, and lukewarm tea wasn’t good. He wanted it hot and freshly made for Chief Carson. “I needed a deeper pot.” He turned to face them and pointed the ladle in their direction. “I didn’t ask

“He’s not married.” 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.“What?” Carrie shot her a confused look. One that mirrored the looks of her niece and Winona’s daughter, who were folding boxes with them. “Keep folding,” Winona instructed the girls on the other end of the long wooden table. “You too,” 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 technician’s 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 Carrie’s great-great-great-grandparents’ house tur

The sound of the thudding ball filled the empty driveway. Dex chased after it, his small hands struggling to hold the ball properly. When he finally managed to grip it, Greg cheered for him.“Into the basket!” He encouraged the boy, who did as he was told. The ring was nailed on top of the garage door, low, but still high for a six-year-old to reach. Dex lifted the ball with both hands, elbows jutting out awkwardly while he heaved it upward. The ball hit the backboard before rolling off the rim. “Ahh, that’s so close!”Dex chased after it again. He dribbled it in Greg’s direction. When the boy got close, he pretended to struggle to steal it, reaching left and right a second after Dex switched the ball from one hand to another.The boy laughed at his scuffle.“You’re a loser, Uncle,” his nephew complained. Greg chuckled. That was Mandy’s influence, for sure. Gods knew how much his mother badmouthed Greg. He made a face at Dex, who giggled back. They played basketball until headligh

From where he was sitting, he could clearly see the bareness of his boss. He grinned at the view, enjoying how she flinched as the cold air hit her flesh. “Wider," he ordered, despite knowing how tight her pencil skirt was. Her face betrayed no emotion, eyes focused on her computer screen as she pulled the fabric higher on her legs so she could open her legs wider. Her slit glistened with wetness.It was late. Other than them, the cleaners were the only staff left. Still, he grinned in satisfaction, knowing how humiliated she was right this moment with her legs wide open and her pussy exposed to anyone who would come through the door. He knew she was waiting for one of the cleaners to enter.The moment he got a call from her secretary, he knew it wasn’t the professional service she needed. The case she was working on was simple. His boss, hailed for her keenness, could finish it with her eyes closed. He slipped his hand into his pocket, finding soft fabric inside. It was red and la