Omega’s Project
The Lounge where Gerard and I met was private, only registered members could walk in.
“I.what? How?” My words tangled before they could fully form.
“You think I wouldn’t know?” He tilted his head, bringing out his phone from his pocket. “Maybe I should send your photo to the press. Let your father find out from the news.”
My face lost its color, but I kept my brows and lips straight.
“You saw what happened to Abraham and he was still a dominant Alpha,” Foxen continued, his voice dripping with menace. “What would the world think about an Alpha becoming an Omega for his fiancé’s best friend?”