Page 65 of Omega's Secret Guardian

“No, but I appreciate the offer.”

“Alright. See you later.” Storm saluted with two gloved fingers. Then he rode out of the parking lot, and Linus couldn’t help admiring the coiled strength of his body, his thick thighs wrapped around his motorcycle.

Nighttime couldn’t come soon enough.

16

MY OMEGA

When Linus steppedinto his classroom, he couldn’t help looking around.

Maybe he shouldn’t keep hoping, but...

Storm was sitting in the last row, in his leather jacket, typing away on his laptop.

It was insane how high Linus’ heart leaped at the sight of him.

Then Storm looked up. Their gazes locked with that familiar electric thrill, and Linus forgot to breathe.

What’s wrong with me?

Storm grinned, breaking their stare to look pointedly away. And back at Linus.

Curious, Linus followed his line of sight.

There was a paper cup on his desk. Despite Linus telling Storm not to get a snack for him.

When he turned back, he found Storm with his chest puffed out like he had done something momentous.

Linus couldn’t find it in himself to chide that alpha.

He bit down his smile and headed to his desk, setting up his laptop. While he waited, he picked up the paper cup and sipped from it.

Flavor exploded across his tongue. The coffee was rich and sweet, without any bitterness, and it had obviously come from one of those tiny coffee shops that didn’t belong to a nationwide chain.

Linus couldn’t stop drinking it. In fact, he might’ve moaned a little.

Storm looked down with a grin, still typing.

With the paper cup in his hands, its warmth soaking into his palms... Linus felt incredibly special.

No alpha had given him such an amazing, unexpected gift.

Then he realized that his students were waiting on him to start. Linus cleared his throat awkwardly. “Good morning. Today, we’ll be going over the following...”

A couple of students glanced at Storm when he didn’t stop typing. Storm wasn’t being disruptive; this was a computer science class. Most students had their laptops with them, and at any point in time, there was always one or two students typing away.

“Shouldn’t you be listening?” one of the omega students hissed.

“I’m listening.” Storm smiled.

Linus was secretly tickled; none of his students knew that Storm had already graduated, and was actually working a job in this field.

He led the class through a few discussions. One such discussion went off-tangent, into a topic that Linus hadn’t covered yet.

“Anyone?” Linus asked when no one else raised their hands. “Can you think of a situation where a recursive function might come in handy?”

“No one uses them,” said the student who had hissed at Storm. If Linus recalled right, her name was Avery.

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