Semua Bab Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss: Bab 81 - Bab 90

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

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

“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

“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

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