All Chapters of Omega’s Project : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

GERARD..The soft classical music lingered in the background, the golden light spilling over faces I have never seen in my life.I had shifted on my chair for what felt like a thousand times. Adjusting my suit, I let out another thick sigh.I stared at my watch before redirecting my gaze at the entrance, letting it linger.Then I saw him. Trent. When his eyes met mine, a soft smile formed on his face.As he reached the table, his smile widened. “I’m sorry,” he said, “the traffic was kinda bloody.”I offered a polite smile. “L. A is usually like that by this time.”He settled on his seat, his eyes hovering over me, assessing. “You’re very handsome in person.”I almost said I had heard it a lot. But I swallow the words before they slip out.I’d gone through thousands of swipes to get here. Thousands of faces and none caught my attention.Some had eyes too blue. Some not blue enough. Too tall. Too short. Too bulky. Too soft.I kept swiping, comparing them to someone I wasn’t allowed t

TOMMY..I thought keeping my distance would help me. That absence would dull the ache, would at least make my head stop pinning.But it didn’t.It only made me think about him more. Every little piece of him popped into my memory, his eyes, his smile. Even during the interview he attended this morning, I caught myself watching him like a fool—something warm, sweet, and bitter coiling in my chest.A knock came, punching through my thoughts. Mason stepped in, his hands politely placed behind. “Good day, sir,” he said, “Your father wants to see you.”My stomach twisted. The one a sailor would have when he’s seeing a storm coming.Mentally, I braced myself as I headed up to his office. His door stood before me. My chest tightened, but I still forced my fingers to curl around the door.Pushing it open and walking inside, my eyes landed on my father. Settled on his chair, his signature posture that always made it feel like he was king, and I was nothing but his servant.He didn’t offer

GERARD..I already knew life was a mess. But mine was the biggest mess of them all. The lab walls felt smaller, the air felt thinner. Of course, I was trying to pull the impossible.It’s been three days, and my eyes still constantly drift to the spot where Tommy had been standing that day.I could still see him. My heart lurched again, my breath coming in a little fast.One month. I was supposed to turn him into an Alpha in one month.My eyes drifted to the papers that I was sure of seeing my face on, tired of being spread on my desk. Their edges were worn out, and dust clung onto their once pristine surface.A groan jumped out of my throat, and I leaned back into my chair.Tommy was also getting married in a month. My mind kept jumping between fixing him and just kidnapping him and running away.A bead of sweat trickled down the side of my face. Wiping it off, I stared at the ac that hummed.For the past few days, my skin simmered hot, my visions blurred.At first, I thought it

GERARD..The past week has been nothing but hell. The headache came, like a hammer hitting the back of my skull. My vision blurred, and each time they came I thought I had lost my vision.The doctors had said it would be horrible. But horrible was an understatement. The AC had been running cold for the last week yet heat kept flashing through me like I had swallowed fire.And tonight wasn’t any different. My eyes snapped open, and I was drenched again. Pajamas soaked, breathing too fast. I sit up slowly, scrubbing my hand down my face. The room tilted, my muscles aching like I had been fighting a battle in my sleep.Pushing myself off the bed, I dragged myself downstairs. My feet brushed against the cold tiles.The kitchen was dark, but I didn't bother turning on the light. I found my way to the fridge.Opening it, the light spilled, dimly lighting up the kitchen. I reached for a bottle of water and a glass cup.After filling the glass, I took a gulp. It should’ve made me feel

TOMMY..The message stayed on delivered. No reply. Not even a blue tick, just nothing.I stared at the screen until my eyes felt dry. Held it until my fingers went numb.Gerard never ignored me. Not when he knew what I was going through.I remembered he had complained about his withdrawal symptoms.What if something had happened to him?Knots formed in my stomach. I jerked up, entered my car. But instead of heading home, I headed towards his Lab.The lab door slipped open. And my eyes fell on them.Gerard on his chair. Trent leaning over him, their bodies too close. “I’m almost done,” Trent said as he kept laughing.My pulse filled my ears, heat—bitter and rancid—coiling in my chest.I hit the other counter closest to me. The crack tore through the room, snatching their attention.Trent turned. “Oh, it’s you again. Hi.”Ignoring him, my eyes cut straight to Gerard, the rancid heat spreading to my stomach.Trent backed a little. “I’ll wait in the office,” he said to Gerard.He was