Page 104 of Omega's Secret Guardian

Maiz scrambled. With narrowed eyes, Dert watched him leave.

Storm gave a casual wave. “Hey. What can I get you?”

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SO YOU NEED A BONDING MARK?

Dert glancedat Maiz’s retreating figure, then at Storm. “That wasn’t the omega in the parking lot.”

Like hell I’m telling you anything about Linus,Storm thought acidly. He tucked his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know. They all look the same to me.”

Dert snorted. “Got that right.”

So why are you hunting Linus then?Storm clenched his fists; he forced himself to take a slow breath.Get him out of here. That’s my priority.

Dert stalked closer and looked disinterestedly around the shop. He didn’t seem to recognize it—that was a relief. He didn’t know it belonged to Linus’ mom. And so she would be safe from him.

“Do you know who that Jeep belongs to?” Dert asked, nodding in the direction of the parking lot. “Blue, two-door. Seems familiar.”

“There’s quite a few around town. Can’t be sure, really. Some ice cream for you?”

“Where’s the other omega?”

Storm gritted his teeth. “He’s mine.”

Dert stared at him, considering. “His voice sounded familiar.”

Storm ignored his pounding heart and shrugged as casually as he could. “All omegas look and sound similar. You were probably imagining things.”

“Let me see him.”

“Nope. I don’t owe that to you. He doesn’t, either.”

Dert narrowed his eyes. “He’s just an omega. It doesn’t hurt you to show him. Or share him.”

What the fuck had Linus suffered around this guy? Storm was growling before he knew it. “Mine.I don’t fucking share. He’s for my eyes only, and for my hands only. If I say you can’t see him, that means you can’t.”

Dert scoffed. “What, does he already wear your mark?”

“Yes.”

“Prove it.”

Storm couldn’t—he hadn’t bitten any of Linus’ scent glands. But this was something he would rectify immediately.

As soon as Dert was gone.

“Again, I don’t need to display him if I don’t want to. You have no claim on him. He’s mine.”

“He was mine before,” Dert growled, baring his teeth.

“Nowyou’re making assumptions about his identity,” Storm said. “You don’t even know who he is.”

“So bring him out!” Dert looked as though he was on the verge of striding over and yanking open the back room door.

Storm straightened to his full height, coming around the counter in a display of aggression. “Let me be clear. I don’t own this place. But youaremaking a nuisance of yourself, and I’mthis closeto calling the cops.”

Dert scoffed. “The cops? What are they gonna do?”

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