Fated Omega

An MM Mpreg Shifter Romance

by Aspen Grey

A wounded soldier and an omega chained to his past. Can love heal them both?

Fletcher Strong lives by a creed: once a Marine, always a Marine. He lost his mother, his father, and after coming home from war, became an artist with the hope of finding peace. A Denver curator, Chuck Nolte, has agreed to show his work, but when he sees him put his hands on a sweet, helpless omega, he knows that no matter what their arrangement, as a former Marine, he can’t sit by and do nothing. He has to act.

Jessie is stuck. His dad is gone, his mom works too many hours, and to survive, he works at an art gallery for Chuck, his abusive ex who still thinks he owns him and wants him back. Jessie wants nothing to do with him, but one night after a gallery showing, Chuck won’t take no for an answer.

Fletcher is blown away when he catches the scent of his fated-mate, but there’s a big problem; Chuck thinks he still belongs to him and getting involved with him could put their entire arrangement and Fletcher’s career in jeopardy. But when he catches Chuck making very unwanted advances on Jessie, he makes a choice that will change everything.

Fletcher saves Jessie from Chuck’s grasp and takes him home with him. The two know that they are meant for each other, and Fletcher wants nothing more than to put a cub in his belly and bind him to him forever. But Chuck is furious, and vows to blacklist Fletcher from the Denver art community and destroy his career—or worse.

Fletcher is determined to keep Jessie safe, but will he be able to do so while still maintaining his livelihood? And what will they do if Chuck comes back looking to reclaim what he thinks is his?

Fated Omega is the 3rd installment in the Wolves of Mist Peak series and is full throttle romance and toe curling hotness that will keep you up with your Kindle wishing you had just a few more minutes to read before bed. Filled with knotty treats, an unstoppable alpha and a sweet, sassy omega with a guaranteed HEA. Don’t wait, treat yourself!

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What just happened? I thought as I stood stunned in the back room of the art gallery. My heart was pounding. My head was in the clouds. My body was on fire and all I could think about was the incredible alpha who’d just slammed into my life.

My fated-mate? I thought, relishing in the leftovers of his scent…that sweet warm chocolate layer cake that had my mouth watering and my dick growing beneath my pants. When he’d gazed into my eyes, he’d locked me in place. I was powerless. And when he’d touched me, I knew that I’d have given him anything in that moment. In fact, as I stood there alone, I was wishing beyond anything that he’d run back into the room and take me right there on the couch.

“Holy shit,” I muttered. And he was the artist? Good looks, an incredible body and all that talent? How did he not already have a mate?

Maybe he does.


The grim thought entered my mind like a cold splash of ice water in the midst of a nice warm shower. He had been incredibly smooth in the way he approached me. Was it because he was so experienced at it? Was he just one of those incredible alphas that smooth-talked omegas every other day?

“No,” I shook my head. “He can’t be.”

He was my fated-mate. There was no doubt about that, and the realization of that fact—that such a thing even existed—was blowing my mind. If life had taught me anything, it was that love was nonsense, nothing more than a fairy tale we told ourselves to make life seem less bleak. But after smelling Fletcher, I realized that I’d been kidding myself, hiding from the truth so I could feel better about being alone.

Instantly my mind started racing into the future, envisioning moments of my life like a flipbook or a movie on high speed. I was already picturing getting together with Fletcher, giving myself to him and mating with him, getting pregnant and bearing children for him, forging a life together, involving my mother. I could just see the look on her face when she found out how happy I was and that I’d found someone I could love. A tiny voice in the back of my head told me I should stop getting ahead of myself, but I didn’t pay it any attention.

Fuck that! I thought. Fletcher’s my man!

I crept slowly out of the back room so I could look out into the gallery, but kept back a bit so Chuck wouldn’t see me and decide to yell at me. Chuck was going to be a huge problem. Fletcher and he had a business arrangement, and Chuck was my ex. He could easily decide to get jealous or have a hissy fit and take his anger out on either one of us if he heard we’d been getting together. He could fire me or throw Fletcher’s work out of his studio. It killed me that he had that kind of power over either of us.

Maybe it’s a bad idea, I thought as I looked out at him as he chatted with one of the men who’d come to see the show. But then I laid eyes on Fletcher again and realized that backing away from him was impossible. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked by the way they were talking that Fletcher was going to make a sale. I’d only just met him, but I was happy for him. I knew what it meant to artists to see some appreciation for their work. He glanced back at me and our eyes met. He smiled and I felt my insides go all mushy-gushy and warm. I blushed, but before Chuck could follow Fletcher’s gaze to me, I turned around and stepped out the back door into the parking lot.

I took a deep breath of the fresh night air. I was so beside myself that I almost felt nauseous. I’d never felt anything like it, and the first thing I did was pull out my phone and text my mom.

Met someone. You’re going to love him.

I smiled as I sent it, knowing she’d go nuts when she read my text. My phone buzzed almost immediately.

What!? Tell me all about it!!!!!

There was a flood of excited emoticons after.

He’s an alpha. Smells delicious. I think…he’s my fated-mate.

I didn’t think it. I knew it. But it was better to ease my mom into something like this. Seconds later my phone rang.

“Honey?” she exclaimed as I answered. “Your fated-mate? Are you serious?”

“No joke, ma,” I replied. “I met him tonight.”

“And you’re sure about that?”

“Pretty sure,” I laughed. “I almost fell over when he looked at me.”

“What’s he smell like?” she asked.

“Chocolate layer cake.”

“Oooooh,” I could hear the smile in her voice. “That does smell delicious. But see? Didn’t I tell you? Keep your mind open?”

“You did,” I replied. “But there’s a bit of a problem, ma.”

“Really? What is it?”

I sighed. “Well—he’s the artist tonight, which means he’s in business with Chuck. And…I think Chuck is trying to get me back with him.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. I bit my lip.

“That does make things…interesting,” she said finally.

“Interesting?” I asked. “That’s what you have to say?”

“I don’t know, honey!” my mom exclaimed. “That’s hard! Chuck’s your boss and this could really complicate things.”

I heard the sound of the door bursting open behind me and whipped around to see Chuck coming outside.

“I gotta go, ma. I’ll call you later.”

“Wait, Jessie—!”

I hung up quickly and stuffed my phone into my pocket as Chuck strode over to me. He was looking more pleased with himself than normal.

“Ten—thousand—buckaroos!” he laughed, pulling out a tiny vial of cocaine. I thought he was over the habit, but obviously not. “Sold two of his paintings for $50k a pop! That’s a hell of a night!”

He sprinkled a bit of the drug on the back of his hand and did a quick bump. I grimaced. He’d tried to get me to do the stuff once but I’d never given in. Drugs weren’t my thing. He inhaled deeply, wiped his nose, closed his eyes and tilted his head back in satisfaction.

“Fuuuuuuuck me,” he moaned. He looked back at me and I looked away as I tried to move past him and head back inside. But he stepped in front of me and smiled. “Where you going? Don’t you want to celebrate with me?”

He waved the vial in front of my face. I shook my head.

“You know I don’t do that,” I replied.

“You don’t do me anymore either,” he grinned. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t want to.”

He leaned in for a kiss. I moved as quickly as I could, but his lips still found my cheek. They were cracked and dry and I pulled away.

“Relax,” he told me. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

“Chuck, stop it,” I told him. “I don’t want this.”

“So what if you don’t want it,” he replied. “It’s not like it’s that bad, or you wouldn’t have done it with me before! Come on, just a quickie before I go back inside.”

He pressed his body against mine and began to undo my pants. I tried to push him away but he was bigger and stronger than me.

“Chuck, stop!” I cried out. He snatched my jaw and squeezed my lips together.

“Quiet!” he hissed. “Don’t go fucking up my show for me.”

“Then let me go!” I snapped back. This only angered him more and he slapped his palm over my mouth. Using his other hand, he tugged my pants down and exposed my ass. I started to panic.

“Don’t tell me you don’t miss this,” he said, pressing his erection against me. After Fletcher’s incredible scent, Chuck’s made me want to gag. His hand grasped my ass and he grabbed it hard. His lips moved down to my neck as he began to undo his own pants. When I felt him pull his dick out, I started to lose it. I squirmed as much as I could, but he had me. Chuck was no slouch—he was strong, and he wasn’t about to let me go anywhere. But just as he was doing his best to get my pants all the way off, I heard the door to the gallery open and Fletcher’s beautiful scent entered my nose.

“Get off him!” Fletcher growled. Chuck stopped what he was doing and we both looked over to see Fletcher standing in the doorway like a heroic statue, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “Now.”

“Relax, Fletch!” Chuck grinned. “Me and Jessie here have…history. We’ll be right back in when we’re finished.”

“You’re finished now,” Fletcher replied. “I’m not going to tell you again. Get your hands off him.”

Chuck didn’t reply immediately. I could only see one of his eyes, but I saw it narrow as he looked at Fletcher. He wasn’t used to being spoken to in that way. Being owner of his own gallery afforded him a level of authority that most people respected.

“Look, Fletch,” Chuck said slowly. “You and I have a good working relationship right now. I just sold two of your paintings. Don’t go fucking things up right now.”

“You have three seconds,” Fletcher replied.

“What do you even care about this omega?” Chuck blurted out.

“He’s my fated-mate,” Fletcher replied, warming my heart.

“Your fated-mate?” Chuck laughed.

“And your time is up.”

Fletcher leapt forward with such speed it almost took my breath away. He hit Chuck in the stomach with his fist and he slumped to the ground like a rapidly deflating beach ball.

“Umf,” he groaned as he fell.

“Come on,” Fletcher said, taking my hand as I pulled up my pants. He pulled me quickly towards what must have been his Jeep, but we were both jerked back as Chuck lunged at us from the ground and grabbed Fletcher by the leg.

“Get off!” I screamed. But it was too late. Chuck had a temper, and he wasn’t holding back. He shifted and leapt at Fletcher, fangs aimed at his neck.

Fletcher shifted too, exploding out of his nice clothes and taking his furious wolf form. He snarled and slashed out with his claw, catching Chuck in the face. Chuck cried out as he took the blow, but managed to still sink his teeth into Fletcher’s leg.

“No!” I screamed. It was a terrible idea, but I shifted too. I wasn’t even half the size of either of them, but I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing while they fought. I clamped down on Chuck’s ankle and tore my head back. I tasted blood as I yanked his leg out from underneath him and send him tumbling to the ground. Fletcher readied himself. We had him, but just before Fletcher could dive in for the killing blow, a crowd of humans rounded the corner.

Instantly, we all three shifted back to our human forms. Fletcher and I dashed away and took cover inside his Jeep. He slammed the key in and turned it. The engine roared to life and we sped away, leaving Chuck naked and bleeding in the parking lot. As we wheeled out onto the main road, I heard one of the humans gasp and cry out to her friend.

“Oh my God, Kelly! Look at that man over there!”

“It’s okay,” Fletcher told me, squeezing my leg. “You’re okay.”

“You’re not,” I told him. The puncture wounds on his leg were bleeding like crazy. Fletcher floored it and sped away from downtown.

“Just…have to get home,” he said. His voice was weak. He was losing too much blood. His head began to droop as he drove.

“Fletcher? Fletcher!”

“Cla—Clarice,” he whispered. “In Sleepy Hills.”

He picked up a piece of paper from his console. There was an address scribbled on it.

“Bring me to…Clarice.”

And then he passed out.

Reviews:Lynne on Amazon wrote:

WOW! Aspen you have done it again. This book is about a young Omega who just wants to please others and still feels obligated to his EX. When he meets his fated mate Fletcher his ex tries to keep them apart. Love the ties to the previous books in this series. But still I was able to read this as a stand-alone book. Love how fighting for what you know is right makes it all turn out!

Charneen on AMazon wrote:

have yet to read a book written by Aspen Grey I have not fallen in love with.

Jessie and Fletcher are 2 well rounded characters that have to go through some not nice stuff in order to get thier happy ever after.

I love the fact this book isn't an instant HEA there is some angst along the way.

All in all a brilliant read by a brilliant writer.

About the Author

Aspen is a simple gal who loves tea, ice cream, a nice warm blanket on a cool autumn night -- oh, and gorgeous shifting guys with beautiful little baby bumps! Aspen always wanted to be a writer, but it wasn't until she took the plunge and published her first book that she realized her dream.

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