All Chapters of Omega’s Project : Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

CHAPTER 61“Space?” What the actual hell does he mean, space?I slam the office door harder than I mean to, the bang echoing down the empty corridor. My boots feel heavier than usual as I cross the room and drop into the chair Jeff and I always claim.I rake both hands through my hair, tugging hard enough that my scalp stings. One week. Seven days ago we were fine. More than fine. We were laughing in the car at 2 a.m., sharing fries, his shoulder bumping mine every time he reached for the ketchup. Then all of a sudden, “Gerard, I think we need space.”Space. I stare at the table, tracing the fake wood grain with my thumb. Don’t push. Don “Don’t crowd him,” I remind myself for the hundredth time. One wrong move and he’ll vanish for good this time. I can’t risk it. Even if every alpha instinct in my blood is roaring at me to march over there, pin him to the nearest wall, and demand answers until he gives them to me.The door creaks. My head snaps up.Tommy steps in, hoodie sleeves pu

TOMMY..A few days had passed since I’d flown out of the country for the doctor consultation. The new doctor was thorough—he had helped me flush the toxic compound from my system. He had explained the meals I could eat, which could ease up the transformation. I was still waiting to check my Alpha Percentile. The result ought to come out today.That would decide if I should just give up on everything, manage my condition, or continue living the lie.I stared at my phone, no message yet. I dipped back into my pocket and pushed the door open.My eyes fell on Gerard. It threw me for a moment. Gerard hadn’t been coming. It’s been four days since that day he left. I had thought he was giving me space. I had already gotten used to the office without him.I forced my voice to neutral. “Good morning.”“Morning,” Gerard returned, his voice distant.I nodded. For someone who was said to be obsessive, he really was good at giving spaces.The chair scraping against the floor filled the room

GERARD..Jeff and I sauntered into another larger room. “The workers change here,” he said, opening one of these lockers.After rifling through the locker for some time, he pulled out a bottle of medication. “Here, two,” he said, “I’ve forgotten you are familiar with medicines.” He smiled, just a little. “Oh let me get you water.”I nodded. My ears were still ringing. Not from the injury but from Tommy.What the hell had just happened? I leaned against the locker, the coolness of metal sinking into my skin, but melting beneath the heat simmering in me.My mind kept looping, and my body felt like it was boiling, like I had a fever.His body between my thighs, his knees brushing mine. My fingers on the narrow waist of his.The feeling of Tommy’s finger on my face. The way it trailed down my face, his thumb hovering close to my thumb.My fingers moved to the spot, and then I dragged my thumb to my lips. It lingered there as I wondered what it would feel like to have his lips on min