Page 100 of Omega's Secret Guardian

“You have a job too,” Linus pointed out.

“Yeah, but it’s pretty flexible. Besides, the entire point of this job is so I have the means to support my omega.” Storm blushed. “If—If you let me continue living in the apartment with you, we can split rent, and we’ll have some extra to set aside for the baby.”

Linus blushed, too.

Storm gazed at him, just admiring how beautiful his omega was. Then he slid his hand down to cover Linus’ belly.

“Our baby is somewhere in here,” Storm murmured, awed. “That’s kind of insane.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“Areyouused to it?”

“Hell no. Not yet.” Linus laughed, leaning into him. He covered Storm’s hand with his own, and his expression grew soft and warm. Storm could’ve melted.

They sat together until Maiz’s half-hour break dragged into forty minutes. Linus reluctantly left Storm’s arms to get him from the break room.

When Maiz stepped out, he looked between the two of them, and blushed again.

“Hey, we did nothing. We were absolutely innocent and not handsy,” Storm said.

Linus rolled his eyes. “That just makes us sound guilty.”

Storm wriggled his eyebrows. “Do you want to be guilty?”

“No!”

Maiz giggled. Storm wrapped his arm around Linus and gathered the empty cups. Then he dropped them into the trash can, and waved at Maiz.

“We’re off to do some totally innocent things,” Storm said.

Linus elbowed him gently. “That just makes it worse!”

“Well, you’re mine now. Nothing we do will surprise anyone anymore.”

Linus blushed again. Storm’s instincts roared.

They were strolling along the sidewalk, Storm with his arm around Linus’ waist, when they heard two familiar voices.

“You need to dump that slime-sucking jellyfish,” said the first voice angrily. “That no-good rotten-dicked clam juicer!”

A heavy sigh. “I can’t just—dump him, Emmy. I... there’s other things going on.”

“He’s abusing you!”

At that, Storm and Linus tensed.

Hidden under the awning of Ollie’s Strings were two small omegas—one scrawny with a baby strapped to his chest, and one plump but just as short, his shoulders slumped.

Storm recognized them; they were Olson’s employees from the Wine Shack. Emmy was the one with the baby. The chubby omega was Aaren; he cooked in the Wine Shack’s kitchen.

“He doesn’t hit me,” Aaren mumbled, his gaze downcast.

Emmy’s eyes flashed. “He says horrible things to you. Caulin’s fluffy andhisalpha doesn’t make him feel bad about it!”

Aaren drooped. “I... I’m looking for a way out. It’s okay. Don’t worry about me.”

Emmy sighed loudly. “Itoldyou to be careful who you give the pickup lines to!”

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