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SOMEDAY, I WANT HIM TO BE MY OMEGA
Four yearsago
Storm cradled his phone, the glow of its screen lighting up his face. “I think I’m falling in love.”
Across the prison cell, Fury raised a skeptical eyebrow. “That professor you’ve been talking about? He doesn’t even know you exist.”
Yeah, that hurt a little, every time.
Storm looked down at the video he had paused.
Linus Bentham was a thin omega. He had floppy dark hair, large brown eyes half-obscured by round glasses, and a weariness about him that Storm couldn’t ignore.
“He’s really pretty,” Storm sighed. It was more than that, though.
Fury tucked his tattooed arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. “Isn’t he much older than you?”
“Your age, probably. I’d say late thirties.”
Fury smirked. “Insulting me, young whippersnapper?”
“I’m turning nineteen soon!” Storm scrubbed his hands over his face. “I haven’t seen another omega I want, to be honest.”
A snort. “Plenty of years left to find someone and settle down. Maybe you’re crushing hard on him because you’ve been stuck in here with only his videos for company.”
“Yeah, but I’ve never had a crush on anyone else,” Storm said quietly. He rubbed his chest, raking his gaze over the perfect face frozen on his phone. “Sometimes I feel so much for him, my chest hurts.”
Fury pursed his lips. “He has a life outside of these videos.”
“He doesn’t seem happy, though. At least, he doesn’t seem to have an alpha who makes him happy.”
“I’m starting to think you’re taking these online classes just to drool over him.”
Storm flipped him off. “You know that I’m learning from his videos. He uploads all these college-level classes for free. In his own time, and out of the goodness of his heart. He gets so excited when he’s teaching, too. I can’t think of an omega more amazing than him.”
“I’m serious, kid. For all you know, it’s just a front. You don’t know if he’s keeping his alpha hidden so he gets more views.”
Storm glanced shiftily at his cellmate. “He doesn’t have an alpha.”
“Yeah?” Fury rolled onto his side, scrutinizing Storm. “And you know this how?”
A blush crept over Storm’s cheeks. “I, uh. I peeked at his social media. And maybe a few of his friends’ accounts. There are really no alphas in his life.”
Fury raised his other eyebrow and whistled. “Careful with that.”
“I started talking with him,” Storm mumbled. “Nothing much, just some random comments on his videos. He’s been replying to me. It’s all about computer science and programming though. No flirting yet.”
His cellmate tapped a finger against his arm, thinking. “For the love of everything, don’t get his name tatted on your skin.”
Storm dropped his gaze. Hehadbeen thinking about it, now that the dragon tattoos on his forearms had healed.
“It’ll creep him out if you ever bump into him in real life,” Fury added. “Don’t.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t want you getting your hopes too high. For all you know, he’s had bad experiences with alphas.”
