Page 87 of Omega's Secret Guardian

“I can’t believe you’re talking about this here,” Linus hissed, his face red.

“No one will know unless they’re right behind us.” Storm nudged him gently in the side. “You didn’t answer me. Vibrations—yes or no?”

“Yes. But I can’t imagine it happening on your bike. Where would you even park it? Someone could see!”

Storm grinned and mimed zipping his lips. “Leave that to me.”

Linus valiantly changed the subject. “Will you show me where you’ve hidden your things?”

At that, Storm winced. “Fine. I just... I didn’t want you to realize how truly fucked up I am.”

“I haven’t run screaming yet.”

The alpha huffed. “I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Before Linus could mention Storm’s earlier anger, Storm said quietly, “I would do a lot of things to keep you safe, you know.”

Linus’ heart fluttered. “Please don’t land yourself in prison again.”

“Yeah, no,” Storm said as they stepped into the parking lot. “Prison is a hard limit. I can’t protect you from behind bars. Can’t protect the baby, either.”

He really was an amazing alpha. Linus waited a beat, then steeled himself. “Is there something I should be worried about?”

Storm glanced at him sharply. Then he looked away and shook his head, his jaw clenched.

He didn’t seem guilty. The more Linus watched him, the more certain he was that Storm felt concerned.

There was a threat, then.

“I’ll make sure you’re safe,” Storm said. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

Linus sighed. “I don’t wantyouto get hurt.”

“I’ll heal.”

Storm’s gaze darted around the entire time they walked to the Jeep. He made sure Linus locked the door behind himself, before following on his motorcycle back to Linus’ apartment.

Once they were inside, Storm made Linus wait behind him while he inspected the rooms. “Okay, it’s safe.”

Linus sighed. “You’re acting like it isn’t safe.”

“I just wanted to double-check. Best to err on the side of caution with these things.” The tension in Storm’s shoulders finally faded; Linus’ body sagged in response. “Now, sit your pretty ass down. I’ll cook.”

“I’m not hungry right now,” Linus said. “Will you show me the things you’ve stashed here?”

Storm grimaced. “You have to promise not to freak out.”

“I promise.”

Storm squeezed Linus’ hand as though he was reassuring himself. He kicked off his boots at the front door and set down his helmet. Then he went to the coffee table and reached behind the magazines on the lower shelf.

What came out of there were two sheathed daggers and a handgun.

“What?” Linus squeaked.

Storm reached under the couch cushions and pulled out a brass knuckle.

“Do you expect to be attacked here?” Linus asked. “And how did you acquire so many weapons?”

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