Weston lets the omega sink into the healing embrace.He can feel him falling asleep against his shoulder and can’t imagine how exhausted he must be. Once he hears Millan's breathing even out, he gently laid him on the bed, pulling the covers over his small frame and brushing his hair out of his face.His wolf’s relief is immense. Analyzing what just happened though, he frowns.Falling asleep after a simple alpha/omega embrace is kind of an intense reaction. He wants to go and get Nara so she can check on him, but he also never wants to leave Millan's side again.That’s when he hears a distinctive crack on the wooden floor by the door, outside of the room.“Amir, I know you’re out there. Come in.”Not hearing anything, Weston repeats himself but taints it with an Alpha Command.Sure enough, the blond appears in the doorway, sheepish.“Sorry, Weston. I was just, you know we have to talk about all this, right? It complicates things. How can you still think you’re going to send him away?
Millan is hunched over and surrounded by a multitude of books and papers in a far corner of the library when Jace finally finds him.He tries to be subtle in his approach, wanting to observe the omega and see what he’s up to- a training habit. But as soon as he enters Millan's vicinity, the latter doesn’t even have to look up from his reading material to spot him.“Were you here to stalk or to talk? I can’t tell if you’re trying to be subtle.”The little shit, Jace can’t help the smile creeping up on his face.“How do you always know when I’m there?”Millan does look up now, dumbfounded.“Your smell, obviously.”“My smell? But I use scent neutralizers...” Jace tries not to sit on any books as he settles next to Millan who’s chuckling.“Scent neutralizers don’t really cover scent. It’s like a band-aid on an open wound.”The skeptic look on Jace’s face urges Millan to extrapolate.“A werewolf’s scent is layered like an onion. The neutralizers only cover the most obvious part of it, but
Gasps and murmurs surround them as Millan takes the new information in. He’s as shocked as their impromptu audience.“I can stay? You mean… indefinitely?”Weston’s features soften.“Yeah, Mill. You can stay. Indefinitely. I didn’t want to tell you like this, but yeah.”“Does that mean he’s going to become part of the pack?” a beta asks just loud enough to be heard over the whispers of the crowd.Millan swallows and looks at Weston, waiting anxiously for his answer.The Alpha looks uncomfortable. Nervous.Like he has to deliver bad news and that’s answer enough for Millan.He isn’t pack. He’s allowed to stay, but he’s not pack.They’ll tolerate his presence, nothing more. It’s dumb to feel hurt about that.No other pack has ever extended that much courtesy his way. He knows he doesn’t fit in and should be glad he has found a place that doesn’t chase him away and threaten him of death should he return.He shouldn’t expect more than that. He shouldn’t.But his stupid attention craving wo
Millan slept for two hours until he’s up and alert again.He tries to go back to sleep but it’s no use. He keeps thinking of the Council’s decision. Turning it in his head and trying to make sense of his sentiments about it.He is happy. Of course he is. He can stay in one place- no hiding, no fear of being attacked or chased away.He’s never encountered a pack who was willing to tolerate him and that says a lot about Weston’s Pack.He should just be happy of how lucky he is. But he can’t help the disappointment. He is disappointed that the pack does not want to accept him. And he is angry with himself for being disappointed about that.He figures he’s just in adoration with the harmony he sees in this pack. With the beauty of Headquarters. With the kindness that seems to propel everybody’s actions here.He figures that he’s also tired of running away, of pulling teeth just to survive another day. He figures that is why he is so upset that they’re not making him an official member of
“Hey, Mill, you awake?”Millan closes the book he’d stolen from the library hastily and throws it under his pillow.Weston opens the door to his room a second after.That was close. He tries to look like he’s just woken up, yawning and stretching. He’s pretty confident in his act, although the bags under his eyes might be telling a different story.He’s not too worried about that since Weston’s eyes are locked on the part of his stomach where his shirt has ridden.Millan smirks, his wolf satisfied at the attention.“Morning, Weston.”Weston’s eyes snap back up to meet his eyes. He flushes and coughs.“I’m going to make breakfast. You hungry.”Millan hesitates. He was planning on going straight to the hardware store.Weston rolls his eyes.“That wasn’t a question, Millan. Come downstairs and eat breakfast.”Sighing, Millan supposes he could eat before going to the store.Rolling out of bed and getting dressed, he almost forgets about the book under his pillow. He shoves it in his backp
Weston peeks into the hospital room where Nara is stitching a beta’s wound, face cold as she concentrates.Weston hates to interrupt, but Nara is always working anyway and he’s never felt so out of control. He needs a doctor’s point of view as soon as possible.“Hey, Nara, can we talk?”She doesn’t look up from her meticulous duty as she answers.“Sure. Let me just finish up here, I’ll be out in a sec.”Weston paces outside the room impatiently. He’s glad when Nara exits five minutes after and leads him to her office, understanding they’ll need privacy with her doctor instinct that Weston is continuously impressed by.Weston sits on the chair in front of the table while Nara sits on her chair behind the desk.“So what’s going on?”“It’s about Millan. He’s… umm.”No point in beating around the bush, Weston dwelled.“He’s my Fated Mate, I think...”Nara’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. She gapes for a while before saying anything.“What? Oh my g- wait, you ‘think’?”“Yeah, no. I’m prett
Millan. Is. Annoyed.The floral scent is killing his nostrils, so much so that he can’t even tell if Jace is following them.He was right, the guy is a major pain in the ass and he’s still debating if he wants to stay civil or not.To Dax’s defense though, he’s extremely talkative and that is something Millan can easily turn to his advantage.It’s not even midday and Millan has learned the names and functions of every member on the Council, exactly how impressive their pack military is and, most importantly, he’s learned that the camera system in the hardware store is almost non existent and that they have no alarm whatsoever.Dax was so distracted by the sound of his own voice that he was absolutely oblivious when Millan shoved a couple of tools in his pockets as they visited the hardware store.But now, he’s gotten all the information he could possibly want from Dax and he’s still chewing his ears off and as he’s slowly taking Millan through the gardens. Millan seriously considers
Weston has been half awake all night, attuned to Millan's exhaustion and lack of sleep.At around midnight, Weston had considered going to Millan's room and demanding to cuddle him until he slept for at least eight hours. He decided against it, his wolf instincts telling him to wait for Millan to come to him.Weston is now so glad he listened to his wolf.He’d been in between dreamland and consciousness when he’d heard his door opening slowly and quiet, small, tentative steps entering the room.The familiarity of the scent undeniable.Millan.Butterflies erupted in Weston’s stomach but he forced himself to keep even breaths, pretending to still be asleep.He wanted to know what Millan was going to do next.He was surprised and a little disappointed when he heard him settle on the hardwood floor.Now perched above his bed, Weston is observing Millan's curled up figure.His heart skips a beat when he realizes the omega is wearing his sweatshirt. He’d been wondering where he’d put that.
“Thank you so much, Mom.” Millansays from their bathroom, fetching more diapers to put in Nyla’s bag.“I’m always happy to look after Nyla, you know that.” Stellasays from the adjacent bedroom, holding her sleeping granddaughter.Millancomes back in the bedroom, hands full with useful and not so useful items.“Millan, maybe you should take more time off, you shouldn’t overwork yourself.” Stellasays, eyeing her son while he struggles to find space for everything in the duffle bag.She shakes her head at the three teddy bears and four blankets that won’t possibly fit in the small bag.“I’m not.”Stellagives Millana telling once-over.He’s disheveled, wearing the same clothes he wore the day before, fatigue written under his eyes.“I swear!” Millansays with more force, turning to l
The jog there consisted of Millan crying in pain and burying his face in Weston’s neck while Weston held him tightly to his body, trying to calm him down and be strong for him.Millan was in so much pain and so vulnerable that it was driving Weston’s wolf insane. When they got there, Nara did not allow him to go in with Millan until Jace, Amir and Andy got there and were able to get him to stay put while the doctors took care of Millan."W- what's that for?" Millan asked once he saw Nara wheeling in an ultrasound machine."I need to check your insides to figure out what's wrong, Millan. Don’t worry. It won’t hurt and will help us tremendously. This will be cold." Nara explained squirting some gel on Millan's stomach who nodded and hissed at the feeling."Where's Weston? Why isn't he here with me?" Millan asked trying not to cry.Call him a baby but he wanted Weston there with him."What’s wrong? I'
Millan was sprawled on the bed away from Weston's warm arms wearing nothing but a large white shirt that falls down one shoulder and a boxer briefs.He was feeling like he was going to either pass out from how hot he was or just end his misery and die already as he kept searching for cold spots wanting nothing but to feel cool again.He had the air conditioner on full blast while Weston was wrapped in the warm blankets from head to toe freezing his butt off. But what could he do if his omega was hot and wouldn't stop complaining to him that the room felt like they were in the pits of hell from how ridiculously hot it was while him, on the other hand found the temperature okay.Unable to take it anymore, he blindly pulled off his t-shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor. He left his boxer briefs on and went back on flopping down on the bed. He smiled, sleep taking over him.A few hours later, Millan woke up from his slumber wondering when
“Are you sure you want to do this?”Weston’s worry is so strong it bleeds into Millan'sconfidence, tainting it slightly. Millantakes a deep breath and forces his self-assurance to take over in their bond.It’s been a week since he’s marked Westonand his understanding and control over their soul bond has bettered with each day. He’s now almost as good as Westonwhen it comes to using their link to soothe his soulmate’s stress.“Yes. I need to.” Millananswers although some of Weston’s wariness has been alleviated without the need for words.“I don’t like this.” Westonwhispers in a sigh, knowing there’s no changing Millan'smind anyway. “Be careful, Mill. I’ll be right here if you need me.” He eventually says, bending down to kiss his omega, hopefully communicating his encouragement and his support with t
Millan ishappy.Has never been happier really.So, where is this expending ball of nerves in his chest coming from?The pregnancy?No. It can’t be.When he thinks of having pups with Weston,all he can feel is endless joy and excitement especially since he can feel the same emotions coming from Weston’s side of their bond.So no, it’s not that.But something is pulling him down.No matter how much he tries to put it aside, to ignore it, he feels it as his omega ogles Weston’s back while he cooks.He feels it as Weston deposits an enormous plate of spaghetti in front of him, feels it when Westonsmiles at him, when his Alpha squeezes his knee under the table affectionately.There’s a threat looming over them, over this newfound bliss.And Millanknows what it is, once he really allows his thoughts to go there. And once he does, he can’t t
“Wow. You both did a number on each other, huh?” Nara says with a smirk.She’s leaning on the door frame, taking in the state of their bedroom.“On the bed frame too, apparently.” She mumbles to herself, eyeing the ruined furniture.Millanhas to admit, the room is a mess.The tale of the last three days is written in the leftover food packages, in the trash bin and around it, in the clothes scattered around on the floor, in Weston’s tangled hair, in the hickeys scattered all over their bodies and in the ambient scent still tainted with arousal.Millan'scheeks heat up in embarrassment. However, Nara doesn’t seem too bothered, mostly amused.“Can I come closer?” She asks Millan, mindful of his nesting omega.Millannods and sighs, taking in the state of said nest. It’s in complete disarray even if he’d tried to keep it under control during t
The first thing Amir wants to do, after ‘consummating’ the marriage proposal with his alpha properly, as well as mating with him, finally, without his brother’s contradictions, is to tell his friends.It’s amazing how fast he’s come to think of Millanas one of his best friends. He’s never felt such a strong connection to another omega before, usually preferring the company of betas and alphas.But then again, Millandoesn’t act like an omega all that much. Unless it has something to do with Westonthat is.So, after taking a thorough shower and trying to tame his messy hair to no avail, he trots down the corridor to Westonand Millan'sbedroom.He knocks and doesn’t wait for an answer before putting a hand to the doorknob.An animalistic growl and a telling whimper have him stop turning the doorknob and backing away, startled.It seems Amir isn’t th
The pregnancy test comes up negative, but Nara reiterates that it doesn’t mean much since the test can only detect a pregnancy after two weeks.Westoncan feel the doubt coming from Millan, but there is no uncertainty in the Pack Alpha’s mind. His fated mate is pregnant. It’s crystal clear in their bond, in the omega’s actions and in Millan'sscent.Gosh, that scent.Westonhasn’t been able to stop breathing in the addictive scent since he woke up to it.Millan isreading a book Madelyn had brought him, leaning on Westonwho’s going through Grant’s last report.Rather, TRYING to get through the platitude, but with his nose buried in Millan'shair, he ends up reading the same paragraph over and over again, never fully grasping its content.“You smell so good.” Westongroans as he inhales the intoxicating citrus and sweet scent
Millan wakes, surrounded by warmth and safety.He recognizes Weston’s arms around him immediately and smiles, content. When he blinks awake, he discovers that Weston is fast asleep and takes a moment to appreciate the sight.A look to the window informs him of the late hour, faded rays of the rising moon illuminating the room vaguely.He’d slept the whole afternoon away, but there’s still heaviness in his body, willing his eyelids shut. Millan rests his head on Weston’s chest, breathing in the familiar scent and letting it lull him back to sleep.Usually, the scent would be enough, but Millan can’t seem to stay still. It’s as if there isn’t enough of Weston’s scent surrounding him.Eyes still half closed, he gets up and grabs the shirt Weston had discarded before hopping into bed. He goes back to bed and lays the shirt on top of himself before resting his head on Weston’s body again, mindful of his arm entrapped in the irritating sling.Just seconds after, still feeling on edge, he ge