Page 66 of Omega's Secret Guardian
“Does everyone agree?” Linus asked the class.
Nobody answered. After a moment, Storm raised one finger, his mouth pulling into a half-smile.
Linus bit down his own smile. “Yes, Storm?”
“Depending on your program’s structure, theycouldcome in handy,” Storm said. “With tree-like structures, recursive solutions are a lot simpler, even if they might perform slightly slower than an iterative function. But compilers these days optimize recursive functions, so the difference is minimal.”
Linus grinned. “That’s right.”
The other students stared at Storm, some of them warily, some of them calculatingly as though they wanted to pounce on him for their own gain.
Mine,Linus wanted to growl.
But Storm wasn’t his.
Storm was just an alpha who had taken it upon himself to protect Linus. Even if they had been online friends who had chatted about programming for the better part of four years. (That part still made Linus’ heart skip; how cool was it to finally meet an online friend in person?)
“What kind of name is Storm, anyway?” Avery muttered with a scowl.
“A good name,” Storm said easily. “My omega doesn’t question it.”
Linus’ world stopped.Storm has an omega? Why didn’t I know that?
Storm had said all that while looking intently at Linus, as though there was a second meaning Linus was supposed to grasp.
Then he went back to his typing, a smile playing on his lips.
Linus went through the rest of his class in a daze, trying desperately to focus. His thoughts kept returning to Storm’s words.
My omega doesn’t question it.
Something gnawed in his stomach, something that felt like jealousy.
I’m not jealous. Am I?
Storm hung back when class ended, packing his things slowly. He drifted over when Linus hugged his laptop to his chest.
Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask!
His mouth opened. “You have an omega?”
Was it Linus, or did he sound like he was pouting?
Storm’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. Then he blushed and looked away. “Well. There’s someone Iwouldlike to be my omega.”
Linus’ heart pounded. Why was he this affected? They had only begun talking in person a week ago.
And in that time, Storm had nursed him back to health; he had made food for Linus, he’d promised Linus safety and accompanied him out of town.
Not only that. Storm had been secretly cooking for Linus for months. He had been sleeping under Linus’ bed.
“W-who?” Linus asked, feeling a bit sick. He braced himself for an unfamiliar name.
Storm stared at him for a long time. “You really don’t know?”
Linus wrung his hands. “Am I supposed to?”
“Who else can my omega possibly be?”
