All Chapters of Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

“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 expe

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

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