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To Love and Protect His Omega - Chapters 1-2

Blurb for To Love and Protect, Book 1: Gunnar swore to serve and protect, but he couldn't save the omega he loved…

Police Detective, Gunnar swore an oath to serve and protect, but he couldn't save the one closest to him. Now he's a single alpha dad raising an 8-year-old daughter. But when they adopt a sick kitten, will a hot veterinarian with his own secrets offer a second chance at love?

Pursued by a relentless stalker, omega veterinarian, Liam, packs up his entire life and moves across the country to start over. He has lost faith in romance and instead devotes his new life to saving his animal patients. But when a handsome alpha detective and his daughter come into Liam's exam room with a kitten who needs a miracle, will Liam give romance a second chance?

Can these two men overcome their pasts to make a family together? Even as a final threat from Liam's past threatens not only their relationship but their lives.

Note: These chapters were posted from the betaed, but not fully proofread version of the book. This means there are proofreading errors in the text. I have used this version for the website as a security measure in case someone downloads the book and tries to publish it off as their own. The fully proofed version on Kindle, Nook, & iBooks,  Kobo, Google Play, Scribd & Smashwords.  

Chapter 1 - Gunnar

“Dad! Dad! Wake up!”

Gunnar sat bolt upright in the bed, his mind still fuzzed with sleep even as he responded to the panic in his eight-year-old daughter's voice. “Olivia, what's wrong?”

Gunnar didn't smell smoke, so the house wasn't on fire. He rubbed his eyes. Olivia stood at the edge of his bed. Her brown curls were frizzed, sticking out in every direction. Her nose and eyes were red, and in her arms, she cradled their new kitten, Puff.

“Puff's sick,” Olivia said with a sob.

Puff was, according to the shelter, a seven-week-old buff tabby kitten. “Buff” meant he was light orange-beige with slightly darker stripes. They had adopted him four days ago for Olivia's birthday. The little guy had been sneezing a little then, but active, chasing a feather on a string through the bars of his cage when he wasn't running after his own tail. Now, as Olivia laid him gently on the comforter, he could hardly lift his head.

Gunnar felt ill.

“I'm so sorry,” Olivia sobbed. “We were playing with the string before I went to bed. He's going to die, isn't he?”

Since Adam's death a year ago, Olivia had been terrified of someone else she loved dying. So was Gunnar, but as the adult, and now her only living parent, he couldn't show it. He was an alpha, and he had to be strong to care for his family even if he had been too weak and too blind to save his husband's life.

Puff let out a weak meow and sneezed. His eyes were goopy, and his little nose was crusted with snot.

“Puff's going to be okay,” Gunnar said, praying it wasn't a lie. “Let him stay on the bed and go get the carrier. We're taking him to a vet.”

Olivia nodded and dashed from the room. Gunnar looked down at Puff and ran his thumb over the kitten's head. He was tiny, and now that he wasn't moving, Gunnar felt the ridges of his skull through his fur. That couldn't be normal.

Puff sneezed again.

Gunnar swallowed. Yes, Puff was Olivia's kitten, but he was also Gunnar's. And Gunnar was the adult. He should have been paying more attention. This was his fault.

He grabbed his phone off the night table and began frantically looking for the nearest vet. It was 7:45 in the morning and the emergency clinic was twenty minutes away by car. There was also a family clinic what looked like two blocks away. They opened at eight. Hopefully, the staff wouldn't be running behind. Gunnar made up his mind. They would try the Griffin Pet Clinic first. If Griffin's couldn't help, then he would floor it with his daughter to Vet ER.

Olivia ran back into the room with the cat carrier. She was still in her pajamas, which for her was a pair of pink pajama bottoms with yellow stars on them and a baggy T-shirt with the name of her Kung Fu studio “Feng Sui Five Animal Style” across the front. She sat down on the bed with the carrier next to her, picked up Puff, and put him on her lap.

“Everything's going to be okay, we're going to the veterinarian,” Olivia said, petting the kitten gently.

It amazed Gunnar his daughter still had so much faith in him and so much faith in the world considering how much she had been through. He couldn't be responsible for her losing that faith. Yes, he objected to his mother's taking Olivia to the shelter to pick out a kitten for her birthday, but now the Puff was a part of their family, Gunnar couldn't let him die.

Gunnar quickly threw on some clothes, and he, Olivia, and Puff got into the car.

Olivia, responsible child as she was, sat in the back, and after buckling her seatbelt, turned the carrier on the seat beside her so she could look inside the front opening as Gunnar turned the ignition on the minivan Adam had insisted they buy for starting a family, and pulled out of the driveway.

Liberty City had started the ramshackle town built up during the gold rush as prospectors panned the mountain streams. Though recently, within the past fifty years or so, sections of the city had been reworked along a more traditional, East Coast, grid style, it hadn't taken everywhere. The new house Gunnar had bought was in one of the more tangled areas. Gunnar backed up onto E. Valley St., which was neither due east nor in a valley, and followed the twisting path to the first streetlight before turning left, and left again.

The streets were narrower here. A city bus stop sat across from the brightly colored sign atop Griffin's pet clinic. The clinic was small, and from across the street looked more like the first story of a row home than hospital, but Gunnar had committed himself. He wasn't sure Puff would make it the full twenty minutes to the emergency clinic, and if he did, who knew how much longer they would have to wait from there.

Gunnar wasn't even sure how long it took the average person walking in with a life-threatening emergency to make it through the ER. He'd always been healthy, aside from breaking his arm and ankle once as a kid, and now, as a homicide detective, when he called for a bus, it was usually well past too late for the doctor to offer anything but an autopsy.

Gunnar pulled the car into an empty parking space two cars back from the bus stop and unlock the doors. “Get out on the curb and cross with me,” he said.

Normally, Olivia would've grumbled about being told the rules again, but now, she just nodded, her lips tight and her face pale. “He sneezed,” she said.

Gunnar nodded. If he was sneezing, at least that meant he was alive.

Gunnar took the carrier with one hand and Olivia's hand with his other as they crossed the street. It was 8:05, and a young guy, 5'6″, medium build with blond hair and glasses, bent down on the ground between the inside door and a partially opened gate as he picked up a white metal box with a red medical symbol on the side.

“Excuse me, sir, are you the vet?” Olivia asked, slipping inside the gap where the gate was partially opened. Gunnar grabbed Oliva’s shoulder to keep her from bowling the guy over as the man looked up. His nose twitched, and his eyes widened as his gaze rested on Gunnar.

Gunnar smelled it too, the subtle sweetness of an omega mingling with his own alpha musk. Adam had been cinnamon chocolate. This man was more cream and mint, with a hint of… caramel? It was attractive, and Gunnar ruthlessly crushed the sudden desire to get closer and identify that third, underlying scent.

Gunnar didn’t want to be attracted to another omega. Adam had only been dead a year. This slight stirring of interest – and it was barely interest – felt like a betrayal.

Olivia said, “Puff is very sick.”

“Puff?” The doctor stood. Getting a better look at his face, Gunnar estimated his age upward. Late twenties, not mid, closer to Gunnar’s own age. Worse, the man was handsome, in a boyish way, his blue eyes bright and magnified a bit too large behind the lenses of his glasses as he ran a hand through his wavy blond hair. He wore a stethoscope around his neck, and thankfully his tone was warm and businesslike as he said, “I'm Dr. Chandler,” looking only at Olivia.

“We adopted Puff from the shelter on Sunday,” Gunnar explained, holding out the carrier over his daughter’s head so that the doctor could see.

Dr. Chandler looked into the carrier, and his lips tightened as the smile faded from his face. He held out his hand. “Come with me.” He opened the inside door. “My tech Carolyn's running late, but if you two don't mind letting me take him into the back, Pam will get your paperwork sorted out while I start checking him out.”

“Whatever you have to do for him, do it,” Gunnar said.

Dr. Chandler led them through the door and through a small, homey waiting room. A clean but well-worn Oriental rug was spread over the hardwood floor. Mismatched antique chairs sat against the front and left walls, between them a pair of low tables covered with magazines. Opposite the chairs to the left of the front door, a large fish tank bubbled and a smattering of brightly colored tropical fish fluttered through the water.

Above the fish tank was a large window that looked in over a long, tall desk with two office chairs and three computer screens. One of the chairs had a large, black leather pocketbook on top of it. Ahead was a hallway. A door opened, and a short, middle-aged woman with her hair braided and pulled back in a ponytail stepped out. She wore bright yellow scrubs with multicolored soccer balls and flat, sensible shoes that reminded Gunnar the beat officer.

“Dr. Chandler?” she said, “did you want me to get them checked in while you took a look at – –.” She looked over at Gunnar. “Is this a feline, canine or…?”

“Kitten,” Olivia said. “His name is Puff. He's mine. He's very sick.”

“Pam, if you don't mind getting a history on – –” Dr. Chandler took a breath, and Gunnar realized he hadn't even told the man his name. “On Puff’s parents.”

“Gunnar,” he said. “And this is my daughter Olivia.”

“Olivia,” Pam said. “That's a beautiful name.”

“I'm named after a cop like my dad.”

Gunnar's face heated. Adam was the one who told Olivia about the show when she was six. Thankfully, both Gunnar and his husband had agreed she was way too young to watch it. Still, it was embarrassing. Gunnar said, “You're named after your great-grandmother Olive.”

The doctor continued down the hall to what looked like a larger room with a third of an exam table visible through the open door.

Chimes jingled as the front door opened again, and another woman, looking to be in her mid-20's with a smattering of freckles over her face and frizzy red hair pulled back in a ponytail, ran in, “I'm so sorry I'm late. The bus got caught behind this pileup and we were sitting for almost a half hour. Is the doctor – –.”

“He's in the back with a patient, Carolyn.”

“Already?”

“Emergency walk-in.”

“Oh!” Carolyn looked at Gunnar and Olivia and nodded. “I’ll go help Dr. Chandler. He’s the best. We’re so happy Dr. Griffin finally agreed to bring a second doctor into the practice. She’s pushing seventy and was driving in from her farm at six-thirty in the morning, six days a week.”

Carolyn had a large, neon green bag over her right shoulder which she swung in front of her as she said, “Excuse me,” and squished past them.

“Should I…?” Gunnar looked down the hall to the treatment room as the red-haired woman opened and then shut the door behind her.

Pam said. “Don't worry, your little guy is in good hands. I'm just going to need a little bit of information from you so we can make up a file.”

Olivia was tall for her age, but even so, standing on her tiptoes, she still couldn't see over the desk. Pam waved her around to one of the empty chairs. “Come and sit with me, Olivia, or do you use Liv?”

“Olivia,” his daughter said, squaring her shoulders as she enunciated every syllable.

“Understood, Olivia,” Pam said with a smile. She looked up at Gunnar. “Last name, Mr….?”

“Justice. Gunnar Justice.”

Pam blinked and nodded.

Gunnar shook his head. “I know, and I'm a cop. Worse, my oldest brother's a lawyer in New York.”

Pam’s lips twitched. “Must be a lot to live up to.”

At that moment, Gunnar knew he'd made the right decision to come here. You could tell a lot about an organization from the demeanor of the staff. Pam was caring and relaxed. And it was pretty clear nobody here stood on formalities.

Gunnar gave Pam his home address and the information he had about Puff. He had grabbed the papers from the shelter, and he pushed them across the desk for Pam to put into the computer.

“Is Puff going to be okay?” Olivia asked.

Pam stopped typing and turned to Olivia. “Olivia, we're going to do everything we can to get Puff better. Dr. Chandler is an excellent doctor, and I can tell you and your dad love Puff very much.”

Olivia nodded. Her eyes were shining. Gunnar realized he was twisting his wedding ring. If only Adam were here. He would know what to say, like this nice receptionist seemed to know what to say. If Adam were alive, he'd have noticed something was wrong with Puff before now. Maybe even before Olivia has picked out an obviously sickly kitten.

The door to the exam room opened, and the red-haired woman, still in her jeans but now wearing a light blue scrub top, walked briskly towards them. She said, excuse me, sir, Dr. Chandler has finished examining Puff, and we need your permission to – –.”

“Like I said, do whatever do you have to do.”

Carolyn nodded, and then said, “Of course, the doctor still would like to speak with you.”

Olivia jumped to her feet. The chair rolled back behind her, tapping against a bookcase full of file folders. “Come on, Dad.”

If Puff really was dying, Gunnar didn't want his daughter to see it. The one thing he had been able to spare his daughter when Adam had died was an open casket. They said it brought closure, and as a Catholic, he was supposed to believe it did, but he'd always found the open caskets to be creepy. Like looking at the shell of a person with nothing inside. He wasn't going to put his daughter through that. Or himself. Bad enough he'd had to identify the body.

Gunnar said, “Olivia, why don't you stay here with Pam for a few minutes while I speak the doctor?”

“But Dad, Puff – –.”

“Stay with Pam,” Gunnar ordered. Inside, he flinched at the harshness of his tone. He barked at her like she was a beat cop fresh out of the Academy and not his daughter.

Olivia sat back down in the chair, her arms folded over her chest with fists clenched. “Fine.”

“Just for a minute. Please,” Gunnar said, trying to smile. He reached out, wanting to rub her hair like he had when she was younger, back when Adam was alive and they’d all known how to talk to each other. But Olivia turned her head away. He pulled his hand back. “I'll just be a minute. I promise.”

“Okay.”

“Olivia, can you tell me what breed of kitten your Puff is for our records?” Pam asked, gently. “Your daddy's just going to talk for a little bit with the doctor about his Puff’s preliminary exam. Do you know what preliminary means?”

“Ummm…”

Pam smiled. “It's a very adult word. It means first or beginning.”

Olivia nodded, “Yeah, I thought so.”

Gunnar started down the hall. Maybe he had made the wrong decision telling Olivia to stay behind at the desk. He didn't know where the line between protecting his daughter and overprotecting her was anymore. And because he couldn't see the line, he never knew if he was on the right side of it.

‘Please, let me do this right this time,' Gunnar prayed, though it was more of a plea. For him, praying was mostly something repeated by rote. The one time he had begged God for a miracle, it had been too late. Still, he twisted his wedding ring around his finger as he walked, hoping this morning wouldn’t break his heart…again.

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Gunnar swore to serve and protect, but he couldn't save the omega he loved…

Police Detective and single dad, Gunnar Justice swore an oath to serve and protect, but he couldn't save the omega closest to him. Now he's raising his 8-year-old daughter alone. But when his daughter adopts a sick kitten, will a hot veterinarian with his own secrets offer a second chance at love?

Pursued by a relentless stalker, omega veterinarian, Liam Chandler, packs up his entire life and moves across the country to start over. He has lost faith in romance and instead devotes his time to saving his animal patients. But when a handsome alpha detective and his daughter come into Liam's exam room with a kitten who needs a miracle, will Liam give romance a second chance?

Can these two men overcome their pasts to make a family together? Even as a final threat from Liam's past threatens not only their relationship but their lives.

To Love and Protect His Omega is a single dad Omegaverse romance with mystery, action and all of the feels.

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Chapter 2 - Liam

As Liam took the baby blue carrier into the back treatment room, his heart pounded. An alpha? And worse, he’d smelled good. And looked good. Tall, dark, and too handsome in a rumpled t-shirt, muscles on muscles with the posture of a soldier and the smudge of a five-o-clock shadow on his square jaw. Liam had been through this before. For a few brief seconds, before he’d seen the little girl, when the alpha had cornered Liam between the door and the gate, he’d been both excited and scared. Just like before, when he’d met Damon outside the shelter.

And look where that had gotten him.

The police didn’t take omegas seriously when it came to an alpha’s ‘attention.’

“He calls and just breathes on the phone. I know it’s him because…I just know it.”

“He still sends me notes and flowers.”

“A dog was left dismembered on the porch of my apartment complex. Yes, he could have been hurt in a fight. No, I don’t know who his owner is.”

Liam wasn’t even sure if he believed himself anymore. But rational or not, his fear of Damon had become too much. Two months ago, Liam had packed up his entire life, his dog Lucky, two cats, one rescued lab rat, one ancient hamster, and whatever worldly possessions could be squashed around them into his station wagon and drove cross-country for two weeks in order to put Damon in his past.

It was inconvenient living incognito. No social media. He had to use a burner phone to call his parents, who still kept asking him when he was going to bring home a nice alpha, as though Damon’s controlling behavior, his quiet threats, and that one night had never happened.

Liam’s throat still ached as he thought of it.

No.

No point in thinking of it. Damon was in the past. Gunnar had a kid and wore a wedding ring, which made him harmless, insofar as threatening Liam’s new life here. Liam was safe in Liberty City and luckier than he had any right to be to find what was turning out to be the perfect job.

The patients came first. Not this stupid and irrational fear.

As Liam pulled the kitten out of his carrier and onto a towel on the exam table, his patient Puff could barely lift his head. Liam suspected the blood sugar was extremely low, and he plucked some fur from the kitten's ear with the hope that he could get enough of a prick in order to test his sugar on the machine.

Liam had seen this before too many times. Well-meaning people adopted a young kitten from the shelter, and it came home with a cold. And new parents, especially those who had never had a kitten before, didn't realize how much the little one was supposed to eat. They didn't notice their new family member, not being able to smell the food, was starving until it was too late.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too late this time.

The door opened, and Carolyn bustled in. “I'm sorry I'm late. I heard you had an emergency – – goodness!”

“Shelter adoption.”

“Want me to get the paste?” Carolyn put her bag down in front of the wall of kennels for cats and dogs needed to be monitored during the day for treatment and started to the cabinet.

Liam pulled up the kitten’s lip to expose his gums which were pale and slightly yellow. Jaundice.

Carolyn handed Liam the tube of nutrient paste in the cabinet, and Liam rubbed a healthy glob over the kitten’s gums. He went through the rest of the basic exam: weight, a pound under for his age, which judging by the bluish green of his eyes, was between seven and eight weeks. Temperature, 96 degrees: low. He pulled up the fur on the kitten's back, and it dropped slowly; he was also dehydrated.

Puff would need subcutaneous fluids. Considering his lethargic state, if his blood sugar was too low to register, which it likely was, he would also need an injection of dextrose into the belly. Hopefully, that would give him enough energy to get some real food into him.

“I'll need a heating pad and a towel. Sub Q,” Liam rattled off the instructions as he pricked the kittens ear and milked it for a drop of blood. Ferrous had been the same way, just a half pound bigger than Puff and even worse off with a ruptured eye, when Liam had found her wrapped in a towel and a cardboard box on the steps of the shelter used to volunteer at when he lived in Philly. Now the fat tabby spread out over his chest every night, and needed his paws into Liam's bladder every morning to make sure he was awake and ready to offer up the promised quarter can of cat food to go with his kibble.

Carolyn pushed a test strip into the blood sugar meter and held it to the slowly growing drop of blood on Puff's ear. About ten seconds later, it beeped and returned to flat lines. Too low to register.

Definitely would need the dextrose. And significant hand feeding. Preferably in the hospital, at least for today.

“Can you bring the owner back?” Liam asked.

Carolyn nodded.

Liam quickly gave the dextrose and had just started the subcutaneous fluids when Carolyn and the alpha returned. Gunnar. Liam smelled him, a mix of pine and sandalwood with something spicy he couldn't identify but knew smelled good. In his college biology classes, they had done a chapter on alpha and omega scent glands and how the brain interpreted the pheromones. The more genetically suited an alpha and omega were to each other, the better they smelled. Betas were similar, but their pheromones and scent glands were not strongly developed. Or at least that's what the research said. So it was just biology that made Liam, for a brief instant, want to bury his nose against the alpha's neck and just breathe.

Gunnar fiddled with his wedding ring as he took a step towards the table. That simple motion wiped any thoughts of scents or biology class from Liam's mind. The way he was acting, he was proving the omega detractors, the ones who said omegas couldn't be trusted with important work because their hormones would just run away with them, right.

Puff lifted his head, and his meow was stronger this time. He even moved his paws, scraping a pad lightly over the towel.

Liam smiled. He glanced up at the fluid bag. A bubble had begun to form under the skin of Puffs flank from the fluid. Another 10 mL would be enough for now.

“He looks better, doesn't he?” Gunnar asked. “What's wrong with him? What did you do?”

Liam pinched the line and pulled the needle out as he explained about the low blood sugar and everything he had done so far. “A normal kitten will usually eat 1 to 2 full 5 1/2 ounce cans of cat food over the course of the day. Or an equivalent amount of dry. It's usually best to do a little of both.”

“That much?” Gunnar fiddle with his wedding ring again. “I didn't know. He took another step so that he was catty-corner to Liam. Puff squirmed a little on the towel and sneezed. Gunnar reached out and then stopped. “Can I touch him?”

Having an alpha so close should have scared Liam, but Gunnar was so gentle with Puff that Liam felt calm too. Damon had pretended to like Liam's pets, but he had rarely tried to touch them. And the feeling had been mutual. Ferrous, who liked most everyone, had given Damon a disdainful hiss and stalked off, tail twitching. Liam should've known then.

“You can pet him. Of course. He's going to get a bit more active in a few minutes, but we have to get some real food into him. Dextrose is a simple sugar, and easy to absorb, but once he is strong enough to swallow, we're going to have to hand feed him. I'd like to keep Puff for the day, just to get him off on the right foot, if that's okay.”

“Yes, please.” Gunnar petted the kitten gently. “Do you think he's going to…? I know you can't say for sure, but he's looking better, isn't he?”

“I can't say for sure, but it's clear this little guy is a fighter. And I'm going to do everything I possibly can to make sure Puff stays with us. My cat, Ferrous, was in a similar place when I took him home, and now he so chubby, it's embarrassing when I tell people I'm a vet.”

Gunnar laughed, and for a moment the grimness lifted from his expression and Liam's breath caught in his throat. Gunnar's omega was a very lucky man.

Maybe. You never really knew.

“Can my daughter see him?” Gunnar asked.

“Absolutely. I'll have Carolyn mix up some – –.” A bowl of diluted prescription cat food and a syringe were already sitting on the table. “Thanks, Carolyn,” Liam said.

Carolyn was already setting up a cage for Puff to spend the day and be monitored. She was going to be an excellent veterinarian. She was detail oriented, intelligent, and kind. Liam really did love working here. Back home, he had worked in an emergency clinic, and while he loved knowing that his split-second decisions could and would immediately save lives, he never really got a chance to know the clients or patients beyond the duration of their emergency. Here, he could build longer-term relationships. As lonely as he was so far from everything he had known before, he liked this. And more importantly, it was safe.

“I'll be right back,” Gunnar said.

Liam breathed a soft sigh through his nose after the alpha had left. The attraction was biology. Even if Liam had wanted to act on it, which he didn't, the man was married and he had a kid.

Liam stirred at the food with a tongue depressor and then drew up a syringe. Puff was sitting up now, and his eyes looked a little brighter. With his thumb and middle finger on either side of Puffs cheekbones, Liam gently lifted Puffs head and put the tip of the syringe behind his right canine. He gave a small squirt. To his relief, Puff began moving his tongue and jaw, and he swallowed.

Good. The dextrose worked quickly, but it didn't last long. He would need to get real food into Puff and have that digest to truly stabilize the kitten's blood sugar.

Puff sneezed. That was the second, serious challenge. Between the sneezing and postnasal drip, it was important to be slow and careful so that he didn't choke on his food and develop pneumonia.

Liam had given a little over an mL when Gunnar returned with his daughter.

“Puff!” Olivia ran to the table. “He's awake!” Her eyes were shining, and she grinned. “What are you doing? Is that medicine?”

Liam smiled. “It's a special prescription cat food, like chicken soup when you're sick. Puff has a very bad cold, and because he had such a bad cold and he was feeling so lousy, he wasn't eating enough, and his blood sugar got too low. Do you know how you can feel dizzy or sick when you don't eat for too long?”

Olivia nodded, and for a moment her expression went deadly serious. “Like when daddy died.”

Poor child. Liam nodded solemnly. “Yes, I've been so sad or scared sometimes that I haven't eaten too. With Puff though, he just felt very sick. As people, we know when we feel sick that we need to eat, but cats don't think that way. So sometimes we have to help them. That's what I'm doing. I gave him some medicine to bring up his blood sugar, and we're going to give him something for his cold, but the most important thing is to make sure that he keeps eating.”

“I can help. Me and dad, we can help.”

“You did a good job bringing him here. He's not out of the woods yet, but he is doing better, and we're just going to keep working with him all day. And when you to come back, we'll see what else we need to do.”

“Can I stay? And help?”

Gunnar locked gazes with Liam and shook his head. Because he was behind Olivia, the little girl didn't see, but something must've shown on Liam's face because she whipped around to her father and said, “Please dad. I know you have to work, but I can miss one day of school. I did all of my homework.”

“I'm sure the doctor has staff can't have an extra person underfoot all day. We will be back when they say we can pick him up. Right doctor?”

Liam knew better than to put himself between a father and his kid. Especially since Gunnar was right. If she touched the wrong piece of equipment or accidentally hurt herself somehow, he would never forgive himself. It would also be a lawsuit for the practice, and the last thing he wanted to do was to get Dr. Griffin in trouble, especially since she had given him a chance with only one interview and a week of probation. “Us omega professionals have to stick together,” she had said.

“Puff will be ready for pick up after five. But you can come earlier if you want to check up on him, Mr.…” Liam glanced out of the file. “Mr. Justice.”

“We can't thank you enough, doctor,” Gunnar said. “We will be back tonight. Is 5:30 okay? I want to make sure we know everything we're supposed to do.”

“I'll have Pam pencil you in. Carolyn can walk you through the full program. And make sure you left her your number in case we need to contact you.” Liam smiled. “And that doesn't mean something has gone wrong if we call. Usually, we just have an additional question.”

“Why don't you tell Puff goodbye,” Gunnar said. “Then we have to get you dressed and off school.”

“I'm going to be late.”

“I'll write you a note. This was an emergency.”

“Maybe I can just spend the day with grandma, and we can come back this afternoon. I already did all of the work for today, so it's not a big deal.”

“Say goodbye to Puff for right now,” Gunnar said, his tone getting a little harder. “We want to give the doctor time to help get him better.”

Olivia leaned over the kitten and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “See you later,” she said, and then in a low whisper added, “I'm not saying goodbye.” Olivia petted the kitten a little longer.

Finally, Liam said, “I want to try and get a little bit more food into him before we start getting more patients. And then we have to give him some more medicine.”

“Come on, Olivia. We have to go now.” Gunnar took his daughter's hand, and after a bit more negotiation, the two of them left.

Liam fed Puff until Carolyn came back into the room. “Nice family,” she said. “How's Puff doing?”

“I got three syringes into him.” Puff was beginning to squint a little bit, and not just from the cold. Being sick and hungry was exhausting. “I just want to get some antibiotics and him and some gentamicin for the eyes and nose. Then we'll just work on feeding him through the day. Hopefully, I won't have to take him home tonight.” Shelter colds were highly contagious. Already, they were going to have to spray bleach the table twice before putting any other animals on it.

“I'm sure that alpha will be very grateful for any and all care you give.” She raised an eyebrow and gave him a quirked grin.

Liam rolled his eyes. Carolyn was always trying to fix him up, but this was a bit much, even for her. “Mr. Justice is married.”

“You heard the kid. Her bearer dad died. Mr. Justice is probably just wearing the ring because he can't let go yet.”

All the more reason not to get involved. Liam shook his head. “I'm not looking for a relationship. Especially not with a client.”

“I was just saying he would be grateful. Who said anything about a relationship? There is such thing as casual sex.”

Maybe for other people. “Why don't you get some more food into this kitten while I draw up his medications?”

“Party pooper.”

“What?”

“Yes, doctor.”

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Gunnar swore to serve and protect, but he couldn't save the omega he loved…

Police Detective and single dad, Gunnar Justice swore an oath to serve and protect, but he couldn't save the omega closest to him. Now he's raising his 8-year-old daughter alone. But when his daughter adopts a sick kitten, will a hot veterinarian with his own secrets offer a second chance at love?

Pursued by a relentless stalker, omega veterinarian, Liam Chandler, packs up his entire life and moves across the country to start over. He has lost faith in romance and instead devotes his time to saving his animal patients. But when a handsome alpha detective and his daughter come into Liam's exam room with a kitten who needs a miracle, will Liam give romance a second chance?

Can these two men overcome their pasts to make a family together? Even as a final threat from Liam's past threatens not only their relationship but their lives.

To Love and Protect His Omega is a single dad Omegaverse romance with mystery, action and all of the feels.

If you love Omegaverse m/m romance that keeps you turning pages into the wee hours of the morning, start reading To Love and Protect now!

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NEW – To Love and Protect His Omega Book 1, Chapters 3-4

After Adam's death, the Captain had asked Gunnar three times he wanted to transfer out of homicide. Three times, Gunnar had said no. Whether or not he was a homicide detective, people would keep killing people. But if he stayed on the job, he'd be able to bring closure to their families. And if he did his job right, he would at least ensure the killer never had a chance to try again.

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NEW – To Love and Protect Book 1, Chapter 5

“Did you find anything?” Juanita asked as Gunnar returned to his desk. The usual noise of the squad room didn't even register until his partner spoke. His daughter was safe. That was the most important thing. Not how kind and accepting the omega had sounded over the phone. Not the omega. Liam. Dr. Chandler.

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NEW- To Love and Protect His Omega – Chapter 6

White roses. Liam wanted to take the vase and throw it out the door into the middle of the street and let the cars and trucks grind the glass and roses into dust. The smell settled in the back of his throat, and his vision blurred.

Hold it together. You have to hold it together.

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NEW – To Love and Protect His Omega – Chapter 7 (Gay Romance)

Gunnar kissed his daughter goodnight and then, exhausted, went to the kitchen for a cold glass of juice. He would've liked a beer, but after drinking himself into a stupor the week after Adam's death, Gunnar had poured all of his alcohol down the sink and refused to keep any more in the house. So juice it was. Apple, golden yellow, and at least with a touch of seltzer it went down like soda. He took the glass to the living room couch and sat down.

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NEW – To Love and Protect His Omega, Chapter 9 (Mpreg Authors)

Gunnar couldn't lie to himself any more about his attraction to the doctor. Liam's mix of professional confidence and personal vulnerability were enough to drive any alpha to insane, gibbering lust. It was amazing no one had snapped Liam up yet. Or maybe not amazing. Whoever Liam's ex was, and Gunnar wanted to hunt down the man and beat him within an inch of his life, the man had damaged Liam.

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NEW – To Love and Protect Book 1, Chapter 10 (Dad Mpreg)

Liam listened to the phone ring feeling stupider and stupider by the moment. Gunnar had specifically said he wasn't good company, and he wasn't going to call, and Liam should've respected that. Now, he was coming across as pushy. But the text had seemed so sad. If a text could seem sad.

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NEW – To Love and Protect His Omega, Chapter 11 (Single Dad Romance)

Gunnar was in way too deep.

Worse, he could barely find time to enjoy it. He and Liam talked every night on the phone, not only sexual, though Gunnar's desire to see the omega naked only grew stronger as the days passed. He almost cheered when Olivia begged him to sleep over her new friend Erica's house the following Saturday. “Erica's mom says it's fine, and Simon can come too if he's not contagious. Her mom's going to be there the whole night, and we’re going to make a pancake breakfast in the morning. Can I go? Please!”

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NEW – To Love and Protect His Omega, Chapter 12 (Omegaverse Romance)

Though Liam wanted Gunnar's hands on him, had fantasized about it since their first phone call, Liam still hadn't known if he would be bold or foolhardy enough to invite the alpha inside. But now, with Gunnar so close, his scent making every touch tingle with an additional promise, Liam had no room for fear. He wanted Gunnar.

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NEW – To Love and Protect His Omega, Chapter 18-19 (Omegaverse Fiction)

Normally Liam loved conferences, but he'd felt off this week, and now as he sat in the vaguely uncomfortable hotel meeting room chair, taking notes about intestinal parasites, his stomach roiled. He took another sip of ginger tea, the only thing he's been able to hold down lately in the morning. Stupid stomach flu. Pam had had it last week, and now it was Liam's turn on the chopping block. The lecture finished, and Liam slowly took another sip of the now lukewarm tea.

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NEW – To Love and Protect His Omega, Chapter 22-23 (Omegaverse Cop Drama)

They got the parking lot cameras, and Paulo had enough pull in his department to get a warrant or at least show probable cause to get the footage from traffic cameras on the street as well. Which meant they had a partial plate. Pennsylvania, first three digits CH1. Liam had been taken in a navy blue panel van with tinted windows. There were no windows in the back.

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NEW – To Love and Protect His Omega, Chapter 24-26 (Omegaverse Romance Novels)

They got the parking lot cameras, and Paulo had enough pull in his department to get a warrant or at least show probable cause to get the footage from traffic cameras on the street as well. Which meant they had a partial plate. Pennsylvania, first three digits CH1. Liam had been taken in a navy blue panel van with tinted windows. There were no windows in the back.

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NEW – To Love and Protect His Omega Bonus Baby Book

An assistant in light blue scrubs led Liam, Gunnar, and Olivia into the exam room. The ultrasound machine was already set up, though turned off, next to a large patient bed. Liam fiddled with the ties of his hospital gown. At eighteen weeks, his belly had only begun to show the slight roundness of pregnancy. His mom hadn't shown much either, he remembered her telling him, and he wouldn't most likely until the seventh month.

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