“Three o’clock,” Lester murmured as if whoever he was looking at would hear him. “She’s been checking you out.”
Greg glanced over. The strobing lights danced and bounced in the confines of the room and he had to squint to actually see across the throng of people. It didn’t help that someone opened the smoke machine.
“Oh, she’s cute,” Mandy agreed.
Greg finally saw their muse. Brunette, with strikingly light eyes, maybe a little younger, or not, Greg really couldn’t tell. She had her head slightly down, conscious of the crowd. Omega.
“I came here from the comforts of my own home, as a supportive brother and this is what you do to me in return?” Greg needed not to raise his voice. His tone was naturally grunt, a characteristic common to Alphas. But both Mandy and Lester knew him too well to take it as a warning.
“Nothing wrong with coming over and talking to her. Just making friends,” Mandy shrugged casually.
“I have enough friends.”
“Who? This one? This only?” Mandy pointed at her husband with a grimace. Lester playfully bit her finger. “I don’t count, I’m your sister and he hardly does too, you met him through me.”
“Whew, that’s depressing.”
He shot Lester a glare. The bastard simply chucked.
“I knew him even before you two got together,” he countered.
Mandy smirked at him, “You don’t know that.”
The two had been a controversial pair. Mandy’s parents were initially against their relationship and sought Greg’s help when they eloped.
Now, they took it upon themselves to drag him out once in a while, when his nephew was at his grandparents. Perhaps he should be more vigilant in saying ‘no’.
“When will you two give up?”
“When you finally find your mate?”
“I doubt I’ll find them here.” He looked around the misty scenery. Across the room was the bar dimly lit with warm mood lights. The place was alive with energy—laughter and conversation bouncing off the walls, glasses clinking in celebration, and the bass of the music thrumming through the floor. Neon lights cast a colorful glow over groups of friends, their faces flushed with excitement and a little bit of booze. Then there was Greg.
“Well, then, when you find someone to take home instead of sulking alone in your apartment.”
“I don’t sulk and I don’t want to fuck around. Do I look like a casual guy to you?”
This was exactly their plan, luring him for a night out like he wouldn’t end up third wheeling them and proposing an on-the-spot double date with whoever they thought was his type.
“You don’t want quick fun, you don’t want to find a mate, what are you even doing here?”
“I’m here because you forced me to and despite how much I despise your meddling, I do like spending time with you.”
“Look, that’s the problem with you, Gregory. What single guy likes hanging out with a married couple? That’s not how a young bachelor like you should be spending your weekends.” Lester shook his head, his expression pure disappointment. He reminded him of his grandmother and the face she made whenever she asked him when he would settle down.
“Don’t lecture me, I’m older than you.”
“That’s another problem with you, you let us walk all over you. What kind of Alpha are you?”
Mandy was an Omega and Lester was her Beta bodyguard turned mate. Both were younger. Greg could easily tell them to leave him alone but they were family and he wasn’t ill-bred. Besides, they were simply looking after him.
He appreciated the gesture, really, but he wasn’t one to dip his toes in the dating pool solely for release. Raised by his loving Omega mother, Greg had been told he lost many of his Alpha features including the thirst for the hunt. He liked to believe he was a romantic, just like his mother used to say.
Contrary to popular belief, Greg did want to meet his future mate. Someone he would spend his life with, as corny as it sounded.
“You’ll know when it’s time,” his mother had told him and so far, he hadn’t known yet.
“Look, I’m not telling you to mark anyone tonight. Just mingle. The Gods know you need more adult friends.” Mandy patted his back.
He took a swig from his bottle of beer, drinking it to drain. “Yeah, since you two are not cutting it.”
“Just buy the pretty girl a drink, man,” Lester said before drinking from his bottle and almost choking when Mandy hit him in the chest. “Pretty by normal standards, babe, not you standards.”
Greg laughed at their antics.
“Fine.”
He waited for a server to pass by and instructed him to get the girl whatever she liked. It didn’t take long before the girl came over to their booth. Greg shot his companions a glare.
“Let’s dance!” Mandy pulled her husband away, both of them giving him a thumbs up as they blended with the crowd.
“Hi, thanks for this.” The girl slid into his side of the booth. Her voice was sweet, tone cheerful.
A distinct smell wafted around her. Greg had noticed it even before she came over—the Omega was clearly about to start her cycle. Greg’s nostrils flared as the scent assaulted him.
“It’s nothing,” he said courteously.
The girl extended her hand and introduced herself but that only caused her scent to spread. She was telling him something about her friend disappearing in the crowd, leaving her, and how she rarely goes to places like this so she was a bit uneasy and how nice Greg was for noticing her.
She seemed like a nice person if not a bit mindless of her surroundings.
Greg looked around, noticing a few sets of eyes darting in their direction.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he cut her story off. Greg inched closer to her just to show their onlookers that she wasn’t alone.
“Sorry, what?” the girl replied, giving him a confused look. Greg feared she misinterpreted his actions.
“You said you’re with a friend? I think you should call them and go home. This is not a safe place for you right now.”
“What are you talking about?”
Greg examined her for a while. The girl stared back, eyes wide and unblinking. Did she really not know? How was that possible?
“You’re pre-heat; I can smell it.” His gaze veered away as he said it Clearly, others could smell it, too, which only showed how terrible their situation was. He could feel his wolf nagging inside of him. Greg reeled it in.
“What? No, Mine just ended two days ago. I take heat control. That can’t be...” Only then did the girl seem to realize it. She brought her wrist to her nose and sniffed. Horror painted her face. Her gaze darted away from him and into the crowd, drinking in the chaos around her like a child seeing the world for the first time.
The bar was packed. All genders and sexes littered the dance floor and filled the booths. A place like this housed a cacophony of smells, too immense to tear down. That was what the smoke machine was for. As far as Greg knew, it was infused with scent suppressants to minimize the clashing pheromones.
Did that malfunction? Perhaps the girl was simply too sensitive.
Greg grew up with his Omega mother, so he knew well how heats work. Normally, heats happen regularly every month for three days to a week. Shorter and easier to manage if one was taking medications. However, in rare times it could be triggered by exposure to excessive amounts of Alpha pheromones.
The girl shifted in her seat, uncomfortable. This was starting to get much, much worse. Fingers fumbling for her phone, her breath came in shallow pulls. Greg could practically hear the thudding in her chest.
“I need to call my friend.”
“Do you guys live together?”
The girl shook her head. Pulling her phone out, she looked around and noticed the attention she was getting. She shivered.
“Will you help me?”
Greg didn’t like what that question entailed. “Yes, but only to get out of here.” It was better to be clear than to be caught in an awful misunderstanding.
One might call him a prude to pull away from such a situation. An Omega about to go in heat, sitting right beside him, offering herself, yet he rejected her straight on.
While the girl talked to her friend on the phone, Greg shook off his jacket. He gave it to her when her call ended.
“Take this. It has my smell.”
The exit was all the way across the room. Getting there would mean either crossing the dance floor or passing by the bar, both crowded.
Greg placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, hovering closely behind her like a protective wall from the other Alphas attracted by her smell. “Stay close,” he whispered.
The girl whimpered in response.
Ironic, coming from an Alpha, but Greg rarely had the desire to dominate. Growing up, his mother taught him to be kind and gentle. She honed his identity into someone who knew his own worth without the need to prove and flaunt it. Even with his mother gone, he kept her teachings close to his heart.
But right now, as he escorted the girl out of the bar, Greg made sure to turn on his wolf, glaring and sneering at other Alphas and Betas that dared to come near. He gripped the girl’s shoulder firmly.
It took a whole ten minutes to safely get her out of the establishment and call a cab to take her home. Luckily, the cab driver was an Omega too. Still, he let the girl have his jacket so his smell could stick to her longer. At least until she was safely home.
“Are you sure?” The girl hesitated.
Greg nodded at her.
“Thank you,” she said shyly. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you. Is there a way I can make it up to you?”
“Just get home safely.” Greg smiled, respectfully declining the invitation.
The girl nodded, thanked him again, and slipped into the cab, looking dejected.
As much as Greg wanted to help her, he had his own morals to uphold.
When he got back inside, he found his half-sister and her husband at their booth.
“Why are you here?” Mandy asked him speculatively.
“It’s my table too.”
“We thought you left with the girl.” Lester clicked his tongue.
“Sorry to disappoint you but I merely helped her get a cab.”
He told them what happened so they knew how helpful of a person he was, but the two looked even more disappointed.
“I don’t know whether to praise your chivalry or smack you in the head,” Mandy exclaimed. “Seriously, what kind of Alpha are you?”
Carrie tapped her finger on the table of the small office on the test floor, her nail creating a stable staccato against the wood. An intimidation tactic. She had learned the unspoken rules early: Speak up, but not too much. Be assertive, but not aggressive. Despite her position in the company, receiving the ugly end of disrespect as an Omega wasn’t new to Carrie.She sat, spine straight and chin slightly up so Jordan Jimenez, the Quality Manager wouldn’t have to look down while talking to her. But he wasn’t talking anymore. Armed with a complaint, Carrie diligently marched down to the testing facility attached to Blackbird Industry’s main building. Jordan was more than willing to let her take his comfortable high back instead of letting her sit on the mini couch.Last week, a report landed on her table courtesy of a clueless employee who received a change of material request from the assembly line for a prototype they wanted to build, as advised by the quality check department.C
“So?” Winona asked from the couch on the other side of her office.“So?” Carrie parroted as she tapped on her keyboard. “Your technician was right. Are you poaching him?” That took Carrie’s attention. She stopped her typing and looked Winona over the rim of her glasses. “You make it sound so illegal. He’s in the same company” “Well, you are, if you really think about it.”Carrie shrugged, turning back to her computer. “I’m offering him a position. If he wants it, then he’ll take it. That said, draft the offer, please. I want it sent before the weekend.” Winona slacked on the couch, kicking her shoes off and resting her feet on the center table. “I’m off the clock, you know,” she complained.“Yet you’re still here.”“As a friend. Something you’re in dire need of,” Winona shot back.Perhaps it was a mistake to hire her high school classmate as an assistant. Instead of going home, she stuck around to relax in Carrie’s office and show her what she couldn’t have.Carrie stretched her a
A follow request. Carrie just received a follow request on social media. And not just a normal follow request, one from the young technician she just took under her wing. Carrie tapped on the notification that had appeared on top of her mobile phone which led her to the person’s profile. Greg Noir stared at her from the screen, showcasing his white set of teeth, dimpled face, and sun-kissed skin. He was a good-looking young man, that, Carrie wouldn’t deny. She scrolled through his page. There wasn’t much to see. The few photos he had were taken at work, in a garage, or somewhere else with engines. Overalls and plain fitted tees seemed to be the only items in his wardrobe.In a couple of photos, he was with a boy, maybe seven or eight. Carrie zoomed in on a photo with the boy. The two of them were on a swing, the child on Greg’s lap. Both were grinning from ear to ear.Who was that child? His son? Was Greg mated after all? Carrie quickly turned off her phone. She didn’t care if he
“Me? Hurt you?” Greg sat down comfortably on the chair. He leaned back and placed both his arms on the armrests like an eagle with its wings spread out. Big and dangerous. “Isn’t this a nice place for a chair? A good view of the bedroom, the bed. Has anyone sat here and watched, Carisa? Have you? Do you like to watch? Or do you like being watched?”Carrie’s throat was dry. The way he said her name was enchanting. A siren song. And now Carrie was scared but also keyed up. “I’d like some water, please.” She needed something—anything.“You want me to get it for you?”“Yes, please.”“And bring it over there? Right beside you where I can easily reach you? Touch you?” His grin was charged with electricity. Carrie tried to look away but she was held hostage by his gaze. “You always struck me as a woman who likes to do it herself, so it makes me wonder what’s keeping you under that sheet. Something you don’t want me to see?”“I’m wearing a nightgown,” Carrie said, squirming as she said it. The
“You make many requests,” she commented, delighted with how stable she sounded. “I have an alarm, the police could be here any minute.”Unaffected, Greg simply shrugged. “Then I guess I’d better hurry.” He stood up, then. Was he really this huge? Moving closer, he shrugged off the top half of his overalls, then tied the sleeves around his waist. Carrie remembered this look—the same outfit he had in that one photo. As he moved closer to the bed, Carrie could see the leanness of his body, the bulge of his arms, the tightness of his abdominal muscles.“Are you going to do something?” She asked dumbly. “Is that what you want?” Greg came to the foot of the bed, settling a hand on the bedpost. Behind him, the moon cast a bright glow. A halo.His smell assaulted her nose. Too strong and too enticing at the same time.Carrie’s right foot poked out from under the bedsheet. Greg took notice of it. “Were you afraid of monsters under your bed when you were a child?”“No.”“I guess, that’s expec
“You tasted good. Does all of you taste that good? I bet it does. I can smell it. I can practically taste you.”Carrie was speechless. There was no denying it now. She was wet—more than wet. Because of Greg and he knew it.Greg reached out to trace her jaw as he sat down on the bed. His warmth resonated. His smell smothered her. “You’ve been quiet,” he commented. “Nothing much to say?”“Get off my bed and get out of my property.” Greg laughed. Despite her words, he climbed up the bed until he was lying down next to her. He lay on his side and propped his head on his hand so that he was facing her. His foot brushed against Carrie’s. Her heart hammered in her chest, her breathing labored.“I know you’ve wondered what it would be like,” Greg said.“I know what it’s like. I was mated.”“How long had that been?” Greg retorted. “Did you really like that? Did you really feel that?” Greg’s gaze penetrated her. For a second, Carrie feared he could see into her brain, and find out her thought
The Carson family had been the leaders of the pack since its establishment decades ago. Now that it has grown into a small community, their family remained the keepers of their kin. Carrie’s family promised her to a family friend’s firstborn who was meant to be their generation’s Alpha leader, making Carrie the Luna. The Reginalds were a rising pack as the owner of one of the popular fast-food chains in town. Their filial union was meant to signify the merging of their families but when it all fell down, they wasted no time dumping Carrie and cutting ties with her pack.It was for the best. Being an Alpha, her ex’s arrogance was always up to the ceiling. Albertus had been a decent enough mate, but his ego was something Carrie had put up on for years. A week after finding out about her infertility, he found another Omega to breed.Carrie’s older brother Vino became the one to lead the pack. The only problem was that he married an Omega male and their community was strict about having
“Can I sit?” He sat down on the bench before Carrie could reply, obligating her to wiggle aside to accommodate him. “Sure,” she smiled. The boy smiled back, a small dimple appearing just an inch below his lips. Adorable. Carrie loved children. That was probably her Omega talking, but being around them always brings her warmth. Finding out she would never have her own had been devastating. Now, Carrie suited herself in looking after her niece and the other kids in their pack. She had never missed anyone’s birthday. Every kid in their pack loved their Auntie Carrie for a reason. “I’m sooo tired,” the boy grumbled. He was still short enough that his legs dangled from the bench. A seven-year-old maybe. Or six. He was cute with his button nose scrunching as he heaved a sigh. Weirdly, the boy looked familiar. Carrie simply couldn’t point a finger on it.“You’ve been shopping a lot?” Guess it wasn’t just Carrie who was tired from shopping.“Yes! Many stores but nothing for me,” he poute
The second the door of Carrie’s hotel room closed, they were on each other.Carrie reached out and brushed her hand along his chest. Her skin felt warm and soft. All pretense fell. He brought his hand to her neck, to guide her to him as they took hurried steps back to the bed. The plan had been to part to their own rooms after checking in, but even in the elevator, they could barely resist each other. Not when Carrie was still slick from their flight activities. No words were said, but the mutual understanding was there. Greg eased her coat off her shoulders and was surprised by what he found.“You naughty girl,” he growled. She must have taken off her clothes when she excused herself to the powder room while they were checking in.Gone was her business attire.; Carrie had nothing but a lacy lingerie under her coat. Greg recognized the plunging neckline. It was the same as her top. Did she have it on earlier? Greg was amazed by how she managed to make such salacious clothing look
She felt the hand that was on her knee move up over her skirt, trаvеlіng uр her lеft leg with thе fіngеrtірѕ саrеѕѕіng thе іnѕіdе of her thіgh. He had managed to push her pencil skirt inches over her knee.Carrie wasn’t sure whether or not she was lucky that she was wearing a tight skirt. One thing was for certain: this act he was pulling was starting to make her wet. “As I’ve mentioned before, for this simulation, we’re focusing on the engine system, especially around thermal performance, propulsion behavior, and real-time risk assessment,” she enumerated, trying to focus on the discussion rather than what was happening under the table.Biting her lip, she fought a moan when he scratched the length of her left leg, causing a run on her stockings. Carrie realized how wasteful it was to spend time with the Alpha when most of her clothes got ripped and torn for his own pleasure. Although they do end up naked at one point and stay like so for the whole time they were together, so perhap
From his spot on the second floor, Greg could see his boss saunter inside the airbase, her lush curve of her hips swaying in her pencil skirt. Her low-cut blouse presented a good display of her cleavage, making Greg wonder whether this was her usual airport attire. How lucky her previous business trip companions were. As she made her way to the escalator, Carrie spotted him, and a soft smile appeared on her deep red lips. An overwhelming desire took over Greg. He gripped the railing he was leaning on, the hollow metal denting a little. Calm down, he reminded himself. But he felt his pants getting tighter. It kind of scares him how badly he wanted her. He stood to meet her halfway in the terminal. “Greg,” she greeted.“Chief Carson,” he replied with the same level of professionalism he received. “Did you wait long?” Carrie asked, still sounding formal even when her gaze was blazing with desire. “I’m sorry for the delay. I had to attend a meeting with the CEO.”Greg did his best
Greg was buzzing with excitement. Despite all his complaints about Mandy treating him like a child, he felt the same way he did when he joined his very first school field trip to the zoo.He had slept soundly last night after a steamy call with his boss, but he was yet to see her today.Greg, like the eager wolf that he was, looked forward to spending the weekend away with his Omega. Sure, they were together almost every day, but a different setting had a promise of something new, and while he was very much comfortable in their own houses, Greg welcomed the chance to spice things up with open arms.It was a work trip, he reminded himself, and his spirit Alpha. He had seen the itinerary, and they would be attending the Flight Testing Supervision the whole day on Saturday. They would be flying back by Sunday afternoon, giving them a few hours to wander around town.Greg had looked up a few spots to check out during their free time. A restaurant,
Mandy poked his suitcase, already posing to open it.“Step away from my things, girl,” he warned from the kitchen. He rushed to the living room where his half-sister was assaulting his suitcase and rolled it away to the hallway.Mandy protested, but flopped back on the couch once the suitcase was out of reach. “I’m just checking! What if you left something? Did you have enough clothes? How about your toiletries? You have your deodorant, right?”“You make it sound like I smell.”“You don’t,” she assured. “Oh, but after an auto shop session, it’s like you used motor oil as scent suppressants,” Mandy laughed, hitting the couch as she guffawed at her own joke.“Good thing I won’t be doing any manual work.” He walked back to the kitchen and continued plating the pasta she brought for dinner. “Why are you even here?”No answer. O
“How about this one?” Winona held out a pair of lacy underwear. From the floor, she frowned at her friend. “It’s a business trip, Winona.” Although, she had been contemplating whether to bring something fancy. With the trip coming in a couple of days, she had employed Winona to help her pack. Her companion was running errands himself, taking care of the stuff he was supposed to do over the weekend.Normally, Carrie would bring a preset collection of business attire she reserved for trips like this, but this coming trip wouldn’t be like any other trip. “It’s a weekend getaway with your mate,” she replied matter-of-factly.Her mate.That made her warm and queasy. Any thoughts about the Alpha made her warm and queasy. “His not my mate.” Unfortunately. Her friend scorned, looking somewhat peeved. “But he’s knotted you, right?” “Winona!” She scolded with disgust. She balled a shirt and threw it at her friend.“What? It’s not a bad question. In fact, it’s essential information,” Winon
Greg was already packing his things when a notification popped up on his screen. Already half inside his bag, he pulled out his notebook to free his hand. An email from his boss. Subject: Weekend Business Trip – Flight Testing SupervisionHi Greg,I hope you're doing well. I wanted to inform you that you’ll be accompanying me on an upcoming business trip this weekend.We'll be overseeing key testing phases, and your presence will be valuable in handling on-site documentation, coordinating with the technical team, and assisting in preliminary evaluations. It’s a great chance to observe the process up close and contribute directly.Please clear your weekend schedule, and I’ll be sending you the detailed itinerary, travel arrangements, and any prep materials by tomorrow. Be sure to bring all relevant documents, safety gear if applicable, and a notepad—there’ll be a lot to take in.Let me know if you have any questions or need help getting things ready.Best regards,Carisa Carson, Chie
It was an odd hour, Carrie checked on her alarm clock. Outside was still dark, and the only light in her room was a streak from the lamppost outside. She had no idea what time she fell asleep. Carrie felt sore in random spots but completely warm all over. She smiled, remembering the tender attention she had received the night before. The Alpha had explained what happened between him and Ava at the infirmary. The gossip chain got it all wrong, as always, and the fact that he ditched his peers for her was enough to assure Carrie he wasn’t—wouldn’t look at another. Once they sorted out the misunderstanding, he proposed they stop her punishment, but Carrie insisted on continuing. It was her fault that all of this happened. Now, her butt was still red. Moving caused her bruised skin to rub on the sheets, and each touch made her wince. Still, she snuggled closer to the Alpha until she felt his groin on her behind.Immediately, she felt a response. His arm tightened around her waist, his
Greg rubbed soothing circles on the Omega’s reddened behind. She winced when he touched the small cut she had gotten from the intense flogging they had done earlier. Carrie snuggled closer to him, her warm body curled up against him.He tightened his arm around her as he felt his cock waking up from its nap. She must have felt it too, because she reached down to rub his hardness softly in small movements of her wrist.He moaned. The motion wasn’t enough to get him off but it would do fine to keep him up until she was ready to be fucked again.“I never touched her,” he said. “Never would.”She looked up, bright blue doe eyes meeting his gaze in a question.“I just thought—” Carrie started, but he stopped her, placing a kiss on her head.“I understand. I should have been more careful.” He kissed her head again to reassure and to bide his time.