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 was mated or had a pup.
Placing her phone on her bedside table, Carrie went on with her nighttime routine. By the time she was done, it was already 10:30 PM—her bedtime.
She removed her robe and slipped in between the sheets.
Carrie slept naked sometimes. The feel of the satin sheets was soft on her skin. The warmth and heaviness of it was satisfying. Like a hug. Like she wasn’t alone.
She fetched her phone from the nightstand to check her alarm. She had to visit her father tomorrow, and then help her brother-in-law with event preparations.
When she opened her phone, a photo of Greg flashed on her screen. She must have forgotten to exit his social media page. She did now, tapping the small ‘X’ symbol on the right corner of her screen. Scrolling back to the top, she caught sight of the photo Winona had sent her. The one with a rusted car in the background.
For some reason, Carrie was compelled to tap on it to enlarge the image. She zoomed in to clearly see the face of the young man.
A chiseled jawline framed his face, accentuated by the shadow of light stubble, giving him a rugged, effortless appeal. His eyes were piercing. They held a quiet intensity, the kind that lingered even after you looked away.
He was an Alpha, all right. Carrie had no business with Alphas.
She turned her phone off and went to bed.-----
Carrie couldn’t sleep. The clock at her bedside taunted her. It had been more than an hour since she decided to lie down. Her eyes grew heavy but never seemed to close.
She was uneasy. Carrie had twisted and turned but she couldn’t seem to find the right position to get her mind to shut down. There was an inch somewhere in her body that she couldn’t pinpoint.
Carrie rubbed random spots in her body, hoping to scratch the itch. In the process, she hit her nipple and a tingle ran down her body. Carrie paused in horror. What was that feeling?
She did it again—ran her fingers over her breast. The touch was soft, but Gods, she was electrified. Carrie wasn’t a prude. She had touched herself before. She had someone else touched her before. None of that felt like this.
Was that what was happening? She was about to go in heat? Yes, she was infertile, but she still experienced heats, though rare and irregular. And painful. Not like this.
She had to talk to her doctor. Carrie reached out for her phone to set an appointment. Halfway through the process, she caught something in the corner of her eyes. She paused.
Greg was standing by her open door.
Carrie sat up. Clumsily, she held her bedsheet up to her chest. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?”
Greg brushed his hair with his fingers. The raven strands looked darker in the dim light. Carrie’s fingers tingled at the sight. “Isn’t that what you want? I’m only doing what you want me to,” he drawled, a sly smirk painting his lips.
He walked inside her room until was on a chair in the corner. His safety shoes were loud on the hardwood floor. They tapped and thumped, the sound unsurprisingly aggressive, just like the Alpha that he was.
“You were on my social media. What were you doing? Did you enjoy looking at my pictures? Which one is your favorite?” He grinned. His new position was brighter, Carrie now clearly saw the sharpness of his jaw, the roughness of his gaze. “Never mind, I know which one.”
“You can’t be in here,” Carrie’s voice quivered, her heart racing. She could hear it in her ears. So loud. Louder than her voice. “It’s trespassing.”
“Is it when you want me to be here? Do you want to call the cops? Go on, your phone’s on the nightstand.” Greg offered.
His gaze glazed over Carrie deliberately. So slow it felt like a touch—a caress.
His smell took over the space. It permeated the walls, the furniture, the sheets, and he hadn’t even been here long. Carrie smelt danger and desire.
“You could hurt me,” Carrie said, jutting her chin out. An intimidation tactic even when she was shaking under the sheets.
“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?”
“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
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
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.