Todos os capítulos de Omega’s Project : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

TOMMY..It’d been a week since that night. And in that one week I had done three things religiously. One—suffer side effects from the omega drug, and suppressants. Two—question my life choices. Three—refresh the internet like a deranged maniac.Sunlight spilled from the ceiling-to-floor windows of my office on my hunched-over figure as I scrolled through tabs—gossip blogs, niche tabloid, fan forum, even secret Alpha dating forum(I don't even know how I ended up there, so don’t ask)But there was nothing. Nothing about me. I wondered if the bike person hadn’t taken a picture that night. Or maybe he was silent, gathering more evidence.Nausea crawled up my throat, and I couldn’t tell if it was the side effect, or the realization.The door swung open, and Mason walked in.“Sir, I found a doctor.” He stood before me. “But he’s not…licensed.”“Not licensed?” I dropped my phone, I had been flipping through. “As in retired?”“Lost his license due to malpractice,” Mason said, trying to keep

TOMMY..This was wrong. Completely wrong. The words echoed in my head. I pushed him back creating enough space between us. “You’re not my doctor anymore,” I hissed, yanking my hands out of his grip. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore.” I paused and lifted my chin. “Besides, I found another doctor”His eyes darkened, like his lover just told him he'd found another lover.For some twisted reason, I loved it.Then his voice dropped, low and possessive. “You can’t have another doctor.”“Tell that to my new unlicensed doctor,” I said, “ he lost his license due to malpractice so if anything happens to me. It’s all your fault for quitting.”I blabbered. I hated how his presence made me fickle—one second I want to punch him, next I want to…I paused as I dared not admit those words. Still, I wanted him to treat me.But still couldn’t say it to his face. That would be me admitting I needed him. Gerard Vance of all the pricks in the world.Gerard's lips twitched into that slant smile.

GERARD..I slumped over the laboratory desk, my eyes scanning the scattered papers. But my mind kept drifting to the spa, hours had passed, and all I could think of was how Tommy’s lips felt beneath my thumb—soft.I told myself to concentrate, after all I had two months to make a drug that could turn Tommy into a Dominant Alpha once he became an Omega.But every formula I scribbled down, every chemical equation, all turned into a dead end. A heavy sigh, and I rubbed my dry eyes, my vision blurring.Valentina strutted in, her perfume filling the lab, her voice light. “If you’re going to spend all your time in the lab, what’s the point of having an office?”I didn’t need to lift my head. “And yet you always go looking for me in the office, knowing you’ll find me here.”She laughed softly, her lab coat brushing the edge of the laboratory desk. “You’re still working Alpha project? I thought we abandoned that years ago.”“Yes.” I stood up and reached for a paper at the other end of the

TOMMY . . Never in my twenty-seven years of breathing did I think I would be sitting across from Gerard, sharing my problems over a drink like we were therapy buddies. A soul music hummed through the lounge, low light falling across his features. “Let me get this straight,” Gerard said, activating his doctor tone. “You didn't pick up my call or show up last night because you were with a doctor who drugged you, blackmailed you, and said he’d only treat you if you don’t allow me to treat you?” “Pretty much sums it.” I swirled the glass of rum, the ice clinking. “I don’t know why I keep attracting weirdos with medical degrees. First you, now this guy.” “Don’t group me with that guy.” His lips twitched. “Did you call me here to tell me that you’re going to let someone else play doctor with your body?” I took a sip from the alcohol, my eyes falling to the table. “I don’t know,” I muttered, “If I don’t agree, he’d inform my father about my condition. I already know how that e

TOMMY..I could already feel my rut simmering beneath my skin. Everything seemed too loud—the keyboards clicking, the greetings.I needed calmness, a day off. But what I got instead was Gerard.I burst through the doors of my office, slamming the door behind me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” My voice strained as I tried to keep it low.Gerard stood next to the floor-to-ceiling window in my office, staring down at the city.His face looked pale, shadows under his eyes like he hadn’t slept well for days. His hair, which he usually kept perfectly styled, was a little tousled.A part of me softened. But then I remembered how dangerous this was and my body tensed up again.“Why are you so careless?” I gritted, “My father is just one floor above, one elevator ride—”“Careless?” He narrowed his brows. “I’m not the one allowing a psychopath to treat me.”My jaw ticked. “You think I have a choice?”Gerard raked his hands through his hair. “There’s always a choice, Tommy,” he said, my