All Chapters of Omega’s Project : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

TOMMY ..It was already a great way to start my morning, waking up with a sharp ache in my ass that let me know I have done something unspeakable last night. Something like bottoming for the very first time in my very respectable Alpha life. Worse, I couldn't even remember the bastard.And then this.“Mr. Rivers.” The doctor’s eyes were still glued to the scan result in his hands. “The result shows you’re…developing omega traits.”I stared at him. Surely that was a punchline.My brows knitted forming the sharpest V in my entire twenty-seven years of living.“Developing omega parts?” I repeated, my voice flatter than the pulse of a dead man. “What does that even mean?”Like he was regretting the life choices that brought him here—maybe it was I who did, the doctor shifted. “There’s a small formation just above your gall bladder. It looks like a uterus—it’s not fully formed. Also, your pheromone readings lack the density found even in a recessive Alpha…”For a solid five seconds, I d

TOMMY..I thought it wasn’t going to happen. But that’s when the horror began. My body stirred anyway, heat pooling low, and my cock hardened. Not for an Omega, but for an Alpha. For Gerard.Pulling off his gloves, Gerard smeared his palm with gel and clasped his fist over my dick. The contrasting warmth of his palm and the coldness of the gel jolted straight to my head, and my heart thudded so loud it echoed in my skull. I told myself it was probably heart disease, or something and not the thrill of being touched by him. Oh, lord let it just be heart disease.Gerard stroked me slowly at first, a smug expression etched on his face. I should have jumped out of the bed, but answers, not pleasure, pinned me down. Yet, the line between them blurred.Although he said this was clinical, nothing about the glint in his eyes was professional. Nothing clinical about the way his hand slid up and down my erection, his thumb dragging over my tip enough to cause my breath to stutter.His face wa

Tommy..Three days had flashed by, and the pills sat in my drawer. Every morning had become a ritual: pacing around my room, staring at it, wondering if I should swallow it and let whatever Gerard planned consume me.This morning was no different…until a clatter from the kitchen broke through my thoughts.Stalking downstairs, I headed toward the kitchen.My eyes fell on Liam, shirtless, apron tied around his waist, flipping pancakes like a newly wedded wife.My spine locked. Instinctively, I released the smallest trace of pheromones just enough to run a quick test. I dipped my chin, sniffing. I couldn’t tell Liam about my state. At least, not until I understood what’s really happening to me.My scent wasn’t significantly different, no omega sweetness, at least.My lungs loosened. “I don’t remember hiring a male chef.” I slid onto a stool beside the kitchen island. Liam stacked the pancakes on a plate and drizzled chocolates before placing them in front of me. “Enjoy.” He slid a