Omega Teacher’s Secret
Anna Wineheart
Contents
1. Ian
2. Brad
3. Ian
4. Ian
5. Brad
6. Brad
7. Brad
8. Brad
9. Ian
10. Ian
11. Brad
12. Ian
13. Ian
14. Ian
15. Brad
16. Brad
17. Brad
18. Ian
19. Ian
20. Brad
21. Brad
22. Ian
23. Brad
24. Brad
25. Ian
26. Brad
27. Ian
28. Brad
29. Ian
30. Brad
31. Ian
32. Ian
33. Ian
34. Brad
Epilogue
Author’s Notes
Omega Teacher’s Baby
Two Alphas, One Omega
About the Author
Copyright Anna Wineheart 2018
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means whatsoever without express written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
This novel contains graphic sexual content between two men. Intended for mature readers only.
Warnings: self-harm, past child abuse, child illness, self-esteem issues, discussions of death
To those who don’t feel deserving, this book is for you.
You are worthy.
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1
Ian
Ian climbed the stairs, counting out the steps with Gwen as she giggled. “Nine, ten, eleven,” they said together. Ian added, “Ready for the last step?”
Her little face flushed with exertion, six-year-old Gwen nodded. “Yes!”
As one, they took the final step onto the stairwell landing. Gwen huffing. Ian crouched before her to make sure she was all right. “Does anything hurt?”
“Uh-uh.” Gwen shook her head, brushing her hair away from her face. “’M all right.”
“That’s wonderful,” Ian said, a weight easing off his chest. I’d hoped that wasn’t too much for you.
She was starting to look better these past few weeks. The cardiologist had said Gwen would be fine as long as she refrained from strenuous activity, and she was.
It made Ian’s heart hurt, watching his daughter struggle. Knowing that whatever he did, he couldn’t solve the root of her problems.
Gwen’s heart defect repair surgery had left her with a weak heart. Over time, she’d need another surgery to fix that.
That wasn’t all, though. The frequent hospital visits had been taking a toll on Ian’s bank account. Whether they could make rent for next month… he wasn’t sure.
He brushed away the strands of hair that Gwen missed, then reached for the stairwell door. “Now, classes are still going on—I’ll be away for a couple hours, and then I’ll come pick you up from the lab, okay?”
Gwen frowned. “But isn’t Christmas on Monday? How come there’s still classes?”
Ian paused. “College breaks are different everywhere—in Meadowfall, they start tomorrow.”
It sucked, too, because he could already feel his heat descend. Ian’s heat thrummed in his bones, made him subconsciously sniff for someone to bed. In ten minutes, he’d be in a classroom full of young, virile alphas, and Ian would hate everything about being an omega.
He shouldn’t want someone pinning him down—he was forty-seven, and a single dad. There weren’t many people out there looking for someone like him.
Gods knew Ian wasn’t someone desirable, with the way he was in debt, the way he still hadn’t sorted out his life. There were neat, silvery scars lined up along his hips, around his upper arms. A couple of fresh scabs from a few days ago—he hadn’t been able to resist.
You would think, with the way the labor ward staff had looked at you, that you could stop hurting yourself.
Ian had tried. It hadn’t worked.
“C’mon, let’s get going,” Ian said. “June’s not teaching today, so I’m in charge.”
“Can I come to class?” Gwen beamed, and Ian was so tempted to say yes.
But he didn’t think Gwen would understand a word of Large-scale Nanoparticle Production. Didn’t want her to sit in confusion for a whole two hours, Ian unable to explain every single concept to her while he saw to the rest of the class.
“Maybe another time,” Ian said. “When I find a really exciting lesson.”
Gwen perked up, her eyes sparkling. Ian melted.
He was so fortunate, having someone like her around. Having Gwen be his daughter.
For the past six years, Gwen had been everything to Ian. She’d been a tiny infant in his arms, a baby he never thought he’d conceive. She’d given him her first smile, she’d said Daddy, and she’d banished the loneliness in his life.
At least, she’d banished the loneliness he’d surrounded himself with. No one needed to know who her other dad was.
The only person who knew… was Ian’s department head, and with Harold the secret stayed.
Seven years ago, Ian had spent his heat with the one person he shouldn’t—his student.
In the months prior, Brad Saxon had been hitting on him. He’d been smiling at Ian, leaving little notes on his assignments, words like Never seen anyone like you and You don’t know how good you look. He’d written I’m free this Saturday evening, and Ian had been tempted.
Terrible enough that Brad had been the best-looking alpha in his classes, all tanned skin and intent eyes, his shoulders broad, his pecs stretching his shirt.
Three weeks from Brad’s graduation, Ian had gone into heat. Brad had followed Ian to his office. He’d kissed Ian, and Ian had wanted him too much to say no.
They’d fucked, they’d knotted, and when Ian had stepped out of his office smelling like walnut and sex, Brad’s father—the department head—had been standing outside.
Between losing his job and cutting off all ties with Brad, Ian had chosen the latter. No point tying down an alpha so young, anyway. Brad hadn’t even graduated at that point.
“Daddy?” Gwen blinked owlishly at him.
Ian shook himself out of his thoughts. For a split second, he saw Brad’s honey-brown eyes looking right at him.
His heart lurched. Then he blinked and took in the rest of Gwen’s face—blond hair like his own, stubby nose, pale skin. With the exception of her eyes, Gwen looked every bit like Ian. Sometimes, Ian wished she looked more like her other dad, so he could
