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
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