Greg had mixed opinions about his new workplace. It was clean, cool, bright, and smelled nice, and the low murmur of his new colleagues combined with the hum of computers was kind of relaxing. Large windows stretch along one side, potted plants dot the space, their green leaves a gentle contrast to the monochrome desks and steel-gray chairs. The complete opposite of the test floor filled with large equipment and dangerous machines.The office was okay, generally, but Greg liked his previous workplace a lot more. He liked to get his hands dirty. The only consolation was that his cube was close to Chief Carson. If he peeked to his right, her office window was in his direct line of sight. Greg stretched his legs under his new desk. It was plywood made into a sleek modern work table, but it was too small for his frame so his loafer-encased feet poked underneath. His slacks were tight and his dress shirt compressed his torso a little too tightly. The attendant at the store said it was
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
Tired was an understatement.Carrie cracked her neck, her joints making a satisfying grinding sound. She moaned as the stiffness of her shoulders eased. Just a little. Actually, too little. Her stress was far from being relieved. After attending a four-hour meeting with other unit chiefs, where she was constantly ridiculed, albeit indirectly, for being born the way she was, Carrie was more than ready to get home. But of course, being away from her desk for that long meant being away from the stuff she had to accomplish on a regular.That left her working longer than anyone in their right mind would like. She counted how many days it would be until the weekend, and that only made her more depressed. She gathered her things and shouldered her bag, already ready to hit the sack. However, when she came out of her office, she caught sight of a large figure hunched over a table in the common area. Carrie could never mistake that frame. She scanned the office and found no one else but t
“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
Tartness clung to her tongue from sipping the elderberry tea Greg brought her.It was all she drank the whole day, putting some ice in what remained on the tumbler by lunch.“It’s good cold too,” Greg had said like he was on a tea commercial. He could star in one, with a face like that...Carrie took another sip to get her thoughts away from the person who gave it to her.The tea was rich, with a velvety touch to it. Fruity with just the right pang of ginger. Greg was right, it was soothing. Carrie liked the sweetness level—not too much but not bland, either. She engulfed the fruity, earthy, floral scent as she took another sip.That sickness might be a lie, but she sure needed this.Carrie was enjoying her tea and tinkering with her spreadsheet when Winona slipped into her office and dropped down on the chair. A sign she was working overtime again without realizing it. Right now, though, she was quite in a good mood doing it. Carrie briefly wondered why.“Is it worth the hype?” Wino
“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
“Winona? Chief Carson? Hi!” Surprise painted his face, then quickly replaced by a smile that battled the afternoon sun’s glow. He wore a similar pair of overalls just like everyone else in their crew. The navy-blue baggy fabric hid the true shape of his toned body, and Carrie quietly thanked the Gods for that. At least that way, she wouldn’t be too distracted.“Oh, drop the honorifics. We’re outside work,” Winona chuckled, as if her name were followed by a rank.Carrie was about to protest when she gave her a wide-eyed look that clearly said: don’t you dare. “Carrie’s fine,” she said, taking one step closer out of courtesy. “By the way, this is my brother-in-law, Andrew. Andrew, this is Greg. He works at Blackbird.” From the other side of the fence, Greg extended his hand to shake Andrew’s.Carrie wanted to retreat to the house. She shouldn’t have come here. The sight of the young technician threw her into a panic, and it was taking her best not to sprint away from the fairground i
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
My Alpha. The words echoed in his mind, and Greg couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t know it would feel this good. He felt giddy and warm and pumped up even after their vigorous fuck session that left his boss snoring back in the villa.She was deeply asleep, and Greg didn’t have it in him to wake her up. He’d arranged a new set of clothes for her and left a note before returning to the party. If he had a choice, he would have stayed and slept next to his Omega.His Omega. Greg grinned.“Where have you been?”The smile was instantly wiped off his lips upon hearing the hurried voice of his half-sister.He turned around and found her standing with both hands on her hips, her perfectly shaped eyebrow quirked up, and her red-painted lips set in a stern line. She was a spitting image of their mother.“Outside? Fresh air,” he lied.She clearly was
Before she could even recover, he mounted her fucked his cock deep inside her pussy. It was still gaping and incredibly sensitive from the peculiar finger fucking, but that didn’t dampen the pleasure. If anything, it added to the already overloaded sensations. She was so wet from her previous orgasm that he slid effortlessly, bottoming out against her cervix.“Ohhh,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around her waist and fucking herself into his massive pole.“Has he fucked you this good, Carisa?” The Alpha demanded. She squeezed her eyes shut, submitting to the delicious girth of his hard cock.“No!” She hissed. Greg rammed his length into her willing cunt without remorse. “That’s right. And no one will ever fuck you this good other me. Your body is mine, Carisa.”“YES!” The way he said her name, in outright possessiveness, made her clench. “All yours, my Alpha.”She met his hot, dark eyes and reached up to cup her hand over her sharp jaw. His desire was sweet in the air she breathed.
Her scent decorated the air. “What—Ohh,” she gasped, unable to finish her words.She shivered when he dove straight to her pussy and gave it a hot, wet kiss. “Greg,” Carrie moaned, throwing her head back while his tongue traced the length of her slit. “Gods, yes!”He flicked her clit with his hot tongue before taking the swollen nub between her lips and sucking. “I love it when you moan my name, but remember your place, pet.” One sharp slap hit her wetness, making her scream.“I’m sorry, Master,” she cried out.The Alpha smiled approvingly. Licking her with his skilled tongue, she writhed while moaning loudly. It was all she could do not to erupt in orgasm. She wanted to make it last. She wanted to get fucked by his tongue for hours and let pleasure cast a shadow over everything else she was feeling.She spread her legs wider, welcoming his thick tongue as he circled her clit and delved into her dripping hole, tasting every inch of her needy cunt as if he had ownership of it.“Ooohh
“I don’t want to hear another word,” he said pointedly.Carrie was just about to open her mouth in protest when he pulled her hair down and kissed her possessively. He stood up and unbuckled his belt. “Let’s put that pretty mouth to use, shall we?” He pushed down his pants, showing off his thick erection behind his boxer briefs. “Pull them down. Use your mouth.”Carrie crawled to him. She was still dazed from the previous events, but she bit on the garter of his boxers and pulled it down like he instructed. His hard cock popped out and hit her cheek. His scent swirled around her, and a shot of lust passed through her.“Now suck, my Omega.”She did. She licked the head of his cock sampling the salt of his precum leaking from his slit. The arousal that dissipated earlier came in like a rush of wind. He tasted wonderful. Somehow better than before. Again, she licked the pulsating head, coating it with her saliva.He groaned, showing his approval which she took as motivation.Carrie le
Surprise, confusion, agitation, anger, and relief all fought inside of her, making her into an overwhelmed pot of emotions boiling over and threatening to spill. No. She was already spilling. Flawed assets, Albertus had said. She was flawed, she knew that. But that wasn’t all she was. Carrie was much more than her reproductive system. Still, hearing it from the man she once swore herself to, the man she disappointed gravely, felt like a stab in the heart. One that caught her by surprise. As it turned out, no matter how strong your guard was, facing your dark past would still make you stumble.Her lips quivered as another sob escaped her. “Shhh,” a voice cooed softly above her, paired with a gentle pat on her back. “I’m here, Carrie.”Warm arms wrapped around Carrie, pulling her back to reality. Greg was here. Not Albertus. Greg, who wanted her. Greg, who stuck with her during her cycleBut she was still broken. Defective. Greg was a young, good-looking Alpha full of vitality a
As soon as she located the powder room, Carrie made her move. The guests milled around the room, and she squeezed between silks, velvets, and brocades, greeting and smiling at those she recognized but never sparring a second to stop. When she walked towards a long table lined with crystal flutes of champagne, Carrie snuck one bubbly for encouragement. Her heart thudded with a nervous thrill. A couple swept past her, the woman’s beaded gown catching the light where the man’s hand was firm against her waist. “Carisa?” The man stopped, taking his partner with him. The thudding in her chest took a sudden crescendo. The lust drained out of her body. Still, she paused and turned.“Albert,” she smiled. Run! Her spirit omega was screaming in warning. “I thought I’d see you here.” Her ex-husband flashed her a condescending smile. “You really made a name for yourself.”Carrie forced herself not to roll her eyes. “I did.”The Alpha looked the same, but different. Time had sharpened his
The moment she stepped into the grand ballroom, she was swallowed into an alternate world of gilded decadence. Carrie looked up at the chandeliers overhead, spilling golden light across the polished marble floors. A slow melody was being played by a live orchestra tucked into the corner. The music mixed with the laughter that was ringing out, low and conspiratorial. All the guests mingled with their associates, leaning toward one another.She took a champagne from the passing server before mixing in with the crowd.Carrie spotted at least three board members, a couple of executives, a few of their business partners, and plenty of familiar faces. She even noted two or three politicians among the throng. But was man of the night was yet to be seen. Lucius Cavendish, a close relative of the Blackbirds, turned 75 recently and was formally announcing his retirement today. He held an important seat on the board for almost as long as Carrie was alive so his retirement meant a huge change i
“Ow!” Carrie winced as soon as the cotton swab made contact with her bruise. “Sorry,” Greg said quietly, guilt obvious in his voice. Carrie looked behind her and found the Alpha’s face scrunched up in concentration. He dipped the swab in the ointment, then carefully dabbed it on the purple patch of skin on her hip.Just a few moments ago, they were consumed with overwhelming passion, rushing inside her house with the urgency of fugitives hiding from authority. Greg had used her to shut the door, holding her hostage between it and his hard body and kissing her like they were star-crossed lovers sharing a stolen moment. His tongue invaded her mouth, and Carrie had moaned at the sweet taste of his lips. With their lips still sampling each other’s, they moved to her room. As always, Greg took charge, handling Carrie delicately but with the thrilling harshness she liked. However, when he threw her on the bed, something hard hit her, a sharp pain shooting from her hip. Carrie had forgo
Greg didn’t bother knocking, he went into Mandy’s house with one purpose in mind: to get whatever she wanted to give him and leave to return to Carrie. When did he become attached to another person? He didn’t know. But one thing was for sure, he didn’t hate it. Greg hardly knew himself these days. Always wanting to be around the Omega, yearning to touch her, hold her, and kiss her. If looking at her was enough for him before, it wasn’t anymore. Being with Carrie turned him into a new man.Or perhaps this had been the true him, only this obsessive, possessive part was overshadowed by everything else. In that case, maybe he should make her take responsibility for it.Greg grinned, already imagining what he would tell the Omega to do. He knew she liked it when he took charge. “Uncle Greg!” A whirlpool of a child slammed into him, almost making him fall back. He took the boy in his arms and turned around so that it was like he was flying. “Weeeeee!” Dex cheered while he twirled in t