Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s all that goes through Millan's mind as two extremely muscular and tall alpha guards forcibly lead him down the hallway.
Axel Brook can’t seem to shut up, going on and on about how easy it was to capture him.
In only five minutes, Millan's rolled his eyes more times than he can count. He doesn’t think he’s ever met such an insufferable Alpha.
“I thought I’d have some fun killing that beta friend of yours. I really didn’t think Weston would be dumb enough to send you!”
Tuning out the Alpha’s ramblings, Millan eyes a key dangling from one of the guard’s belt and smirks. Struggling against the bulky guards is stupid. Dumb. Suicidal. Moronic.
Their hands are almost bigger than Millan's arms for fuck’s sake. But Millan has never been the smartest and always liked a good fight. Even as unequal
“Stop laughing!”“Sorry…” Millancoughs to hide his smile not very effectively. “Right. Sorry. I’m serious now.”Axel Brook grunts and rolls his eyes. “You’re extremely irritating, you know that?”Millansmiles, ignoring the hurt in his jaw. “It’s why I got banned. By my own father. The one you plan to use me against.” He said as if he was talking to a really stupid three year old kid.Axel Brook shrugs. “I bet he doesn’t hate you as much as you think.”Millansnorts.“When I was eight, I told him I wanted to travel, he told me that if I ever stepped foot outside the territory, I’d better not show my face again. When I told him my uncle, his brother, raped me during my first heat, he just laughed, and told me to get over myself. When he caught me stealing suppressants to avoid another heat, he senten
Westonleads him to his office.“Here. We won’t be bothered.”After closing the door, he sits beside Millanon the couch. Westonsighs and Millan'sthroat tightens.He’s so scared he’ll get thrown out. He knows he has to leave but he just doesn’t want Westonto tell him to leave.It’s stupid. The result is the same but he just prefers it to be his decision.“Where to even begin?”Millandecides to get this over with as fast as possible.“I know you think we’re Fated Mates and I know you probably despise this whole thing and I understand,Weston. I’m not good for you, I’m not good for your pack either.”“Millan- ““I understand if you want me to leave. It’s fine, really.”“Millan,slow down a sec- ““No,Weston.I d
Millanstifles a groan as Nara probes his bruised cheek.Every time he winces, the crease between Weston’s eyebrows deepens. Millandoesn’t like seeing him so worried and jittery. It unnerves him.Nara rolls her chair back and takes off her gloves. Millanrelaxes, dangling his legs from his perch on the bed.“It’s not healing very fast.”“Don’t worry about it,Nara. I’ve always been a little slower when it comes to healing. But I always heal eventually.”He gives her a reassuring smile, as much for her as for Westonwhich is currently standing right behind her.Biting her lip, the doctor doesn’t seem too convinced.“Still, abruise like that should have healed in four to six hours. It’s been, what? Twenty-four hours? It’s as if… you’re healing like a human.”“Really,Nara,
“As a result, this report raises concerns and highlights the need for both the Legislative and Executive branches of the Council to proceed with caution on the implementation of the current situational plans…”Weston has already read Grant’s report twice and it’s even more boring when read out loud. So he lets his mind wonder as the rest of the Council listens carefully to each and every word.They’ve only been apart for an hour and Weston is already anxious to get back to Millan.He didn’t seem too pleased with the resting order Nara had given him. Actually, Millan never seems too pleased with any order in any circumstances judging by the way he purses his lips and narrows his eyes every time.By the way his nose crunches just a little with the movement and the way his hands close into cute little fists.Millan is just so cute and so adorab-“Weston, what are you smiling about?” Amir’s knowing smirk effectively sets Weston’s face back into seriousness.“What? Nothing. I’m listening t
“Whose car is that?”They’re walking back to the main house. Millan had wanted to get away from the hospital room and Weston had accepted on the condition that he’d rest at the main house.Although there is no way he is letting himself toss and turn and most of all, think alone in bed again. He’d agreed just so he could get out of the hospital.Anyway, he’s prepared to sneak out if need be, knowing his wolf can easily make the jump from his room’s window.As they’re approaching the entrance though, Millan can see a car parked right outside and he is intrigued.Werewolves usually don’t use cars unless they’re with humans. A car in Headquarters would mean humans in Headquarters…That’s not something Millan has seen very often.At Millan's inquiry though, Weston only shrugs, unbothered.“Looks like Maddie’s parents’ car. Probably just dropping her off.”That’s… That’s a lot of new information to take in.“Wait. Maddie’s parents are human? How’s that-? And she doesn’t live here?”Weston s
There’s shock and then sadness and then anger.All of those visible on Weston’s face but also extremely loud in their soul bond.“For fuck’s sake,Millan!” Westonstands up and Millancan’t keep eye contact anymore.“Weston,I- ““No, Millan. Why the hell would you still think that you have to leave? What don’t you understand in ‘I want you to stay’? In what language do I have to-”“It’s not that! I get it. You want me to stay. It’s just- It’s not that.”Millanhates that Westontakes a step back, he hates the hurt in his eyes.“Then what is it,Mill?” Realization dawns in Weston’s face and the hurt in his eyes triples. “D-do you… not like me, Mill?”Millan’s eyes widen at what the alpha in front of him is implying, “No! Th-t
Millan's wolf’s giddiness contrasts with Millan'sanxiousness making him toss and turn,unable to find sleep.He is grateful not to be alone out there again, to still have a place in the BlaynePack. Actually, his wolf is ecstatic, it would execute a series of embarrassing dance movements if Millangave in. But he can’t.Weston’s words reverberate in his head. He’d praised so confidently Millan'salleged strengths, even saying he’d make a great mate and leader.Either Westongot his head in the sand due to this bonding phenomena or he is totally blind.Or… maybe…Weston is right.Maybe Millanis a better person than he’d thought. Maybe he is worthy of Weston.Maybe he is worthy to belong in this pack. Maybe, he is worthy.Millanwants to believe it. But then again, nobody else ever saw that in him, not even himself.Does
“How can you ignore Alpha Commands? I had never seen an omega do that before you. I didn’t even think it was possible.”Millanhesitates. He could easily answer the how and avoid the why, but he feels like Weston’s recent vulnerability deserves a similar response. He takes a deep breath.“When I was younger, when I was still part of my pack… I had this uncle. Uriel. To put it lightly, he wasn’t a great person. Kind of a dick actually.”Westongoes stiff at the mention of his uncle. Millan isconfused since he hasn’t said anything about him yet but he lets it go.“When I was younger, he would take pleasure in ordering me around. Alpha Commanding me to do things for him like fetch him water, make his bed, clean his dishes, things like that. He’d even make me do the dumbest things like touch my toes for fifteen minutes just for the kick of it. Just to show me who
“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