That alpha wasnota Year Two student.
And maybe, just maybe, Linus was a tiny bit aroused.
I shouldn’t be feeling that. He’s my student... Right? Besides, he can’t possibly be interested in me.
“I... haven’t actually covered that in class,” Linus admitted.
“Oops.” The alpha scrubbed his hand through his hair, looking sheepish. “Well, you wanted me to answer the question.”
Linus nodded and looked back at the slides as though this hadn’t just blown his mind. “Yes. You did well. Let’s move on to the next topic.”
The alpha grinned.
Linus continued with the lesson, feeling the alpha’s gaze on him sometimes. At other times, the alpha didn’t look up from his laptop, his fingers still tapping away.
What was he working on, when he probably knew everything Linus was teaching in this class?
Why was he even here?
Linus remembered the biker who had saved him this morning.
Then he made himself focus. He had actual students to teach.
When the lesson finally drew to a close, Linus packed up. The tattooed alpha didn’t stick around for long, though. He flashed a smile and a tiny wave, heading out of the classroom with a backpack slung over one shoulder, bike helmet tucked under his arm.
Linus pulled out the class roster, where some students had signed in and some hadn’t.
He was a hundred percent sure that the alpha’s name wasn’t on that sheet of paper.
3
STORM’S FIRST SECRET
Storm slipped into the apartment,carefully locking the door behind himself.
He tucked his keys into his pocket. Then he went to the kitchen, dropping off the groceries—all of which were Linus’ preferred brands.
He hadn’t meant for the professor to notice him.
Usually, Linus focused on the students at the front of his class, the ones who were eager to interact. Storm tended to blend into the back row; it wasn’t a surprise that Linus had never realized the same student was attending all undergrad levels of his classes.
Today, though. Today Linus noticed him.
Possibly because they had bumped into each other at the front door. Or because Storm had ridden past Linus’ stalled Jeep a few too many times.
Not that Storm could help himself; he hadn’t liked the thought of his omega stranded all alone in the middle of the street, vulnerable to speeding cars.
And now he had to take special care not to freak Linus out.
In the fridge, the fresh eggs were half-gone. Storm popped the remaining scrambled eggs into the microwave for his own lunch. Then he cooked up new batches of scrambled egg and packed them into clean containers, for Linus to discover later.
He refilled the jar of instant coffee, too. This meant pouring the old powder into a bowl, scooping some fresh powder into the jar, and pouring the old stuff back on top of it.
Not that it was great coffee. Storm wrinkled his nose at it. But short of leaving around a cup ofgoodcoffee for Linus to find, there was no way Storm could treat him to something better.
Not without exposing his secret, anyway.
Unless...
