Todos os capítulos de Omega’s Project : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Tommy..I stared at Liam’s messages for a few more minutes, and then I sighed. He was at home waiting for me, and Gerard was at the lounge. It made more sense to see Gerard first, then later, I would see Liam.Yes, that was a brilliant idea, I told myself, even though my stomach somehow felt heavier.I pressed the car ignition button, and the engine roared to life.Barely twenty minutes, my car rolled to a stop in front of the lounge. I strutted in, my shoulders held high like my heart vibrating.Worse, I couldn’t even tell why. Couldn’t I possibly be excited to see him?Arriving at the door, my chest was filled with flutters. I tried to swallow it down. Ignoring how I failed at it, I pushed open the door.Gerard was leaning back in the chair like the room was a stage for him, and I was paid to be in it. When his eyes met mine, a soft smirk tugged at a corner of his lips.I hated how it unsettled me. Not in a bad way, that would have been better. But it felt good—too good.“Hey,”

Tommy..The next morning came with an unease I couldn’t describe. The house felt too quiet, my body felt too heavy. More like my chest felt heavy—stuffed.I stood shirtless in front of the mirror, shoulders squared. Tilting, I ran my fingers down my sides, my ribs, my waist. Was I shrinking? Dropping mass? Or were my eyes messing with me again?Some angles I looked broader, while others I looked smaller. It was as though my reflection had refused to tell me the truth.I leaned forward, checking my face, my jaw lines, my eyes, for any sign of softness. Any sign I was an omega. But no matter how much I looked, I couldn’t tell. I exhaled, an exasperated thread of air. I reached for my dress shirt and buttoned it. I knotted my tie, and put on my navy blue suit.My gaze caught the first aid box, which I had left on the table overnight. Liam crossed my mind, and my chest tightened. I forced a breath, my chest sinking more than it should.This wasn’t the first time Liam stormed off. It

Tommy..Once again I was back on the sofa, the one that felt too wide, that made me feel too small.Madeline sat across from me, her legs crossed, her tapping the pen on her paper.Her eyes remained on me, too calm, contrasting with the turmoil twisting my insides.“So what happened between you and Liam?” She asked.I stared. The words were sitting right on my tongue, but I couldn’t say them. My tongue felt heavy—too heavy.“Tommy, you didn’t come here to just stare at my face.” She shot me a smile. “Why did you quarrel?” I exhaled. “Because of Gerard,” I said, “but it’s not what you think. Liam thinks I’m betraying him by getting close to Gerard.”Madeline paused, just staring. “Did Liam tell you that or are you making assumptions?”“Not directly,” I said, “a few days back we quarreled and he accused me of seeking Gerard’s approval?”My chest stung as I remembered his words.“And are you?” My eyes turned into slits, my lips twitching. “Are you the one who told Liam that?”I woul

Tommy..The air thinned and then disappeared. Like my words had made it flee. We stood, just staring at each other. Me on this side, him on the other side.His lips parted, closed, parted again, and closed again. Nothing was coming out of him. No words, no reaction, not even a blink.I felt my heartbeat in all the wrong places. It was hammering at my back, in my leg, in my palms. Almost like my body had forgotten where my chest was.Say something. Say something, I said in my mind. Not bold enough to Liam. My stomach twisted more and more.The silence pressed down on me thick, gnawing.And then he said. “How?” The word came out rough, like it had torn its way out of him.“When?” He added immediately. “How—how did this even—like when did you get so close—”Liam stopped, his gaze darkening. I didn’t need to open his insides to see he was collapsing.“Who topped?” He asked.I blinked, my eyes widened before they narrowed within a split second. “It doesn’t matter who topped?”“But how

Tommy..The road narrowed as I drew closer to the house. What used to be a neighborhood had been swallowed by silence, by my father’s money and influence. Although the houses were now replaced with trees, the memories remained intact. The way my feet slammed on the tarred road as I ran away, the way I had returned back, like a dog returning back to its vomit, tail between its legs.I shook my head, forcing my mind back to the present, back to the goal I had to accomplish—confronting Liam.My stomach knotted, and my grip tightened around the steering.It was as though the houses had given the tree the memories to keep for me.I continued down the path, the branches of the leaning trees filtering the sunlight.The gate loomed ahead, tall, large. Anyone would see it and think of it as a castle, but for me? It looked like a prison.It opened as my car approached it. The tires rolled down the pavement.Staff waited near the entrance. A bit too many.I stepped out of the car, and the p