CHAPTER 2

Tommy

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I never thought the first words I’d say to Gerard after ten years would be:

“Did you fuck me last night?”

The world kept spinning but not for us. We both stood still, our eyes locked like it was a staring contest. Then his lips curved up, slow and sly.

“Hello to you too, Tommy,” Gerard said, his voice deeper and richer than I knew it. “Although we were never on good terms, I’d imagined our reunion might be…less crude. Not sexual assault.”

I fought the urge to throw my gaze away as my skin tugged tight. I shouldn’t have been this direct, I knew that. But while everyone had twenty-four hours, it always felt like I had less. So yeah I blurted it out. 

Folding my hands, I squared my shoulders, trying to make myself more intimidating and less like an idiot who couldn’t remember who'd bent me over.

After a long skin-biting silence, Gerard’s eyes lit up

“You’re actually serious?” 

His lips parted, but I cut him off before he made me feel like a fool. “Forget about it then.”

I exhaled, my topmost priority was whether I could be fixed.

“I was drugged last night and woke up this morning developing omega traits,” I said, too quickly, as though speed was enough could cover the thickness in my throat. “You’re the one who promised to make me an omega. And now you’ve made a drug that can do that. So fix it.”

“Slow down,” Gerard said, “let me get this straight. You’re developing omega traits, and you think I did it because of a promise I made in high school?”

“Even an imbecile can do the maths,” I snapped 

Gerard cocked his head. That signature arrogant look, he still had it after all these years. “First of all, I know I’m a genius…”

I snorted—arrogant prick.

“…but my drugs don't work that fast.” Gerard paused for a while. “Did you even know why I did what I did?”

I snorted. How was I supposed to know that? All I knew was that he was a new student who transferred to our school and took every opportunity to ruin my high school days.

He exhaled. “Never mind. I abandoned the idea as I grew older.”

“Then care to explain why I am turning to an omega now?” I gritted.

Gerard shrugged. “Maybe the universe got tired of you acting like omegas were beneath you.”

I never did that. Avoided them? Yes. As they could easily tell who’s a Recessive from a Dominant by smelling our pheromones. 

“Fix me, before I ruin your life too,” I sneered.

“I’d have to run a test,” Gerard said, “follow me.” He turned around and headed towards the turnstiles.

My jaw locked, and I trailed behind him.

We pushed past the turnstiles. As we approached the elevator on the far end of the long hallway, workers greeted Gerard. The women’s eyes sparkled and they voice bubble,  like they all wanted a piece of him. While the men greeted like they wanted to be him. 

That's the aura of a Dominant Alpha—like a god that crashed onto earth. The kind of presence my father wanted for me, one I could never have. Yet Gerard had more than enough.

Gerard pressed the key and the elevator opened. Stepping in, the elevator door shut and we began to ascend.

Through the corner of his eyes, he stared at me, his gaze so intense, so indecent it made my skin burn.

The air hung heavy, I could swear it had weight, and suddenly the space felt too small for both of us.

“If you have anything to say, say it.” 

When I finally spoke, my voice came out cold, as if I was trying to freeze the air that felt unbearably warm between us.

Gerard dipped his hand into his pockets. “Nothing. Just feels like I’m seeing a ghost,” he said as the door slid open.

We strode down the corridor, that thick warm air clinging to me.

My eyes lingered on his V frame—broad shoulders tapering into that narrow waist. Impressive…no, it wasn’t impressive, I told myself. 

We finally reached the lab. An operating bed rested in the middle of the room below two enormous surgical lights that hung from the ceiling.

The blue walls and the air that smelled empty made my body shrink like I was some specimen.

Gerard tugged on his gloves. “Take your trousers and briefs off.”

“Excusez-moi.” Shock rippled through me that my brain almost abandoned English altogether. “Are you going to test my pants separately?

“If you want to mess up your clothes with sperm, be my guest,” Gerard said. “You’re going to masturbate.” He added, his tone too apathetic for his request.

I froze, my brain lagged so hard I could feel the glitch. Like some syntax error shit. “Are we here for a check-up or to make some OnlyFans collection? Doctor fuck his patient in the laboratory.”

“I can see that you watch p**n a lot.” Gerard remarked.

“What? I… hold on...me?” Wide-eyed, my tongue tied. 

Please, lord, let the earth open and swallow me, better still let the world come to an end. Called an omega and a p**n addict, all in one day.

That smug look remained on his face, and fuck I wanted to slap it off. 

“Didn’t you do that at the hospital?” Gerard set the medical monitor.

“Jerk before my doctor?” I laughed at the absurdity of it. “Yes. Not only did I do that, I shoved my cock down his throat before fucking him like a bitch.”

His gaze remained on the monitor. “Isn’t that sexual assault?”

“Oh, so you know what sexual assault is?”

Gerard finally turned. “Don’t flatter yourself, do you think I’m interested in your penis?” He rolled his eyes. “Your pheromones are the strongest when you release, making results more accurate. Also when you have an orgasm, Alphas and omegas release different hormones which light different parts of the brain. If you didn’t do all these, then the result might not be accurate.”

I remembered how my doctor had talked about faulty machines and that I should try another lab. So, in reality, he was just running away from watching me wank. 

Knowing Gerard was my safest option, I tucked my dignity behind and unbuckled my belt, letting my trousers fall to the floor.  

Managing the chill that soaked up the walls of my stomach, I sat on the bed and brought out my limp dick.

I tried to get into it. But nope. Nothing was happening. All because one mad scientist was sitting across from me. Watching.

I shut my eyes tight—too tight—as I tried to imagine some sweet omega, their soft, small body. Yet, all I could see was Gerard.

I fought off the thoughts. May the lord forbid, I cum from a body that felt like it was chiseled out of rock. I was into omegas. Not Alphas.

“Anxiety performance,” Gerard's voice slithered in.

When my eyes snapped open, Gerard was close. Way to close. So close I could feel his musky scent curling with the breath I inhaled.

My heart nearly exploded.

“Do you need help?” His voice infuriatingly calm, “We don’t have all day.”

I was about to respond. To tell this bloody voyeurist pervert to get off me.

But then I snorted. “Go ahead then.”

After all, I was an Alpha, there’s no way I would be turned on by another Alpha—least of all Gerard.

Then he touched my dick.