Claiming My Cool, Aloof Married Boss After Her Heat

The top is an ordinary, unremarkable Alpha.

On her first day at work, she learns that her direct supervisor, the bottom, is the one woman in the entire company she absolutely must not get involved with. She's an elite Omega with exceptional professional skills.

Her pencil skirt hugs the curves of a perfectly ripe peach. Black stockings frame a pair of long, straight legs, and the buttons on her white blouse are under pressure every single day.

Her ample chest looks ready to burst out, making it impossible to focus on the reports.

Unfortunately, she's married. Her wife is one of the company's top executives, a young, accomplished Alpha always dressed in a sharp suit.

The top got her job thanks to her wife's recommendation.

Every day, her Omega supervisor scolds her. She gets chewed out over mistakes in the reports, unsatisfactory plans, and even the wrong font in her PowerPoint.

When she's being scolded, her supervisor's chest rises and falls. Then she turns and walks away, her heels clicking against the floor and her skirt swaying with every step. But the top doesn't even notice. All she's interested in is getting a raise.

All she wants is a pay increase.

The top thinks her life will just go on like this.

Until one late night, while they're working overtime, her supervisor pushes open the door to her office.

The bottom is slumped over her desk, drunk. The wine bottle is empty, and her clothes are rumpled. The top has just draped her jacket over her when the bottom suddenly wakes, grabs her tie, and yanks her down. Their lips meet, and the smell of alcohol and sweet perfume floods the top's mouth.

"My wife went to Bali with her mistress." She smiles seductively and coldly. "Get me pregnant, and I'll promote you to director."

A contract in black and white is slapped down on the desk, along with a five-million-yuan payment.

As the bottom presses a pen into the top's hand, a button pops off her shirt, revealing half a lace edge. The button hits the top on the bridge of her nose, turning it red.

Sign.

That very night, she pins the woman down on the desk.

The sound of stockings tearing. The bottom bites her lip, trying not to make a sound, and clings tightly to her neck, pulling her head closer so the top can kiss her properly.

Over the next month, in the office, in the car, and in the big bed at her place, the one her Alpha wife had personally picked out,

The bottom's belly grows day by day, and she grows softer and hotter, holding the top tighter and tighter.

The day the director appointment comes through, her Alpha wife walks in.

The woman stands at the door, looking at her five-month-pregnant wife and the subordinate she personally recruited into the company.

I promoted you because I wanted you to join the company.

I didn't mean for you to join my wife.

Reader's Guide

Both are pure, one-on-one, happy ending. The female Alpha has no accessories, and the top is a silly puppy. The bottom is a full-on queen.

The bottom doesn't love her wife. Their arranged marriage has long been over in all but name. The bottom has been plotting to win the top over for a long time.

Theme: Pursuing a better life and happiness