Drained and confident Weston will find him, Millan sighs and sits on a bench.
Letting his head rest back, he looks up at the sky and tries not to think of Stella or his father. Of course, it’s all he can think about. His mind keeps going back to one single memory…
(Flashback)
Millan has found the best spot to pick up flowers for his mother.
It’s one way he’s figured out to make her smile at him. Most times, his mother is annoyed at him, like he is asking too much of her time, but when he brings her a bouquet, usually, she smiles, thanks him and carefully puts it in a vase at the very center of the kitchen island.
Millan is always proud to see the vase full of flowers he meticulously picked out.
He’s currently choo
Westonblinks slowly, eyebrows raising in surprise.If Millanthought he looked confused before, it’s nothing compared to how he looks now.“Wait… what? Back up a bit. Stellais your mother? Your biological mother? I thought she was your aunt?”In all fairness, Millanshould probably give Westonall the information before he expects him to form an opinion.So that’s what he did.He told Westonhow his father forced Stellato carry his son and how she was forced to basically ignore Millan'sexistence all those years. Half way through the story, Millanlets his head rest on Weston’s chest again, finding that talking while staring at the woods is easier than when he’s directly looking at Weston.That’s how, surprising himself, Millangoes further in telling the story than he’d planned.Millanfeels the need to tell
There’s this place between sleep and consciousness, a fuzzy state.Comfortably lethargic. That’s where Millanis, cuddled up to his soulmate. They’d put on a film they both knew they wouldn’t really watch.As other wolves gathered in the living room, Millanbasked in the feeling of finally being part of a group. He’d let himself get lost in that fuzzy reassuring state.Heis vaguely aware of a strange vibration in his chest. As he feels Westonsmile above his head and place a quick kiss there, he realizes he’s purring again. Stranger though, he doesn’t care. He simply smiles and lets the moment engraveinhis memory.They’re both lulled to sleep, Millanalmost lost in dreams when he hears sudden shouting in the corridor.“I’m sorry! Amir! Please, wait! Let’s talk about this,Amir!”Millan'shead snaps up, m
“Argh! Crap.” Amir groans, bending down to tie his shoes for the twelfth time.“Can we change the command? I’m getting really fucking tired of tying and untying my shoes.”Millansnorts remembering how many times he’d done the exact same thing years ago.“Sure. How about picking up a stick?”Amir nods, “As long as it has nothing to do with tying laces anymore.”“Okay with you, Dax?”Daxshrugs from where he’s sitting on the ground, a bored look on his face.“Whatever you say, Milly.”Millanhas to restrain himself not to punch Dax’s smirk off of his face.“Don’t call me that.”Daxisn’t the strongest alpha Millanhasever met, but he has a strong enough alpha voice and it’s a good starting point for Amir.Also, he’d agreed not to say
“Who can tell me what happened to Gabriel Hudson in the WD case twenty years ago?”Silence falls as Jacewaits for an answer. To no avail.“Anyone?” Jacesighs, visibly disappointed and Millanwishes he knew what the hell the WD case was.Heishonestly wondering what Jace hasbrought him here for. Finally, a dainty hand raises above the group, a beta woman on the smaller side, wide green eyes waiting for permission to speak.Jacenods, encouraging her to speak up and break the silence.“Gabriel Hudson was the spy who discovered WD’s fraudulent documents. He wanted to give them to the media but he was followed. He ended up leading WD straight to the journalists he was supposed to meet. They were all killed including agent Hudson and the documents were destroyed.”“Thank you,Ava. Nice to knowthatat least one of you paid attention
As they open the door,Millanand Westonare met with wide eyed trainees and Jace, looking smug and satisfied.He doesn’t look surprised at all to see Westontagging along, contrary to the trainees who look wide eyed at Millanand Westonentering hand in hand.They bow their heads and a couple ‘Alpha Blayne’are muttered here and there.Millantakes his hand out of Weston’s, suddenly feeling inadequate. He’ll never get used to how people act around Weston.“So, whereisOfficer Grant?” says Jace, knowing full well he is nowhere in sight.Millanshrugs and tries to keep his smirk at bay, “Last time I saw him,he was looking for you guys at Janine’s Coffee Shop.”Jacelaughs openly.When Millanlooks over at the small group of trainees, Coltonin the front row is shaking his head slightly,
“I can’t do this,”Amir groans as he stands up from picking up a stick for the umpteenth time this morning.Millanfrowns. In all honesty, after a week in his own training when he was younger, he was able to resist Alpha Commands better.There must be something he isn’t explaining correctly. At Amir’s disappointed stance however, Millanforces his frown to smooth over.“What are you talking about? You almost resisted it just now!” Millantries to encourage Amir to no apparent effect.“’Almost’ being the key word here.” Amir throws the stick to the floor in annoyance.While Millansearches for another word of encouragement or some other technique Amir could use, Daxstands up, yawning loudly.“Sun’s almost up, we should probably call it a day anyway,right?”Amir sighs, “Dax is right. Andyand
Millan’s mind is racing, picturing every incriminating item he’d stacked into that backpack.This is not good.“Stop!” Coltonrepeats, a little out of breath.Silence falls, every one waiting for Coltonto explain the interruption.“I have information about the Rogue that the Council should know about before proceeding with the ritual.”Millanswallows with difficulty, mouth suddenly parched.If it weren’t for Weston, he’d be running half way to the next border already. But he’s in too deep now.The only way he’s leaving is if he gets thrown out.Which might happen sooner than expected.Millanswallows again. He’d kill for a glass of water right about now.Coltonopens the bag, taking out the medicinesMillanhad stolen on his first week in the pack, holding them up for everyone to see.
Of all the things, Millandid not expect Westonto get stuck on that. Surprise takes over his current existential crisis.“Uhm… I… well… Sorry.” Is all Millancan think to say.“Why?” Weston is still looking at the shirt in wonderment.“Huh?” Millanglances at the other Council Members.The annoyance radiating from Grantis palpable, Amir’s lips are tugging upwards and Malakai seems to be repressing a grin of his own.“Why?” Westonrepeats, leaving Millana little bewildered at the turn of events.“Umm,I don’t- I’m not too sure,really.I just… I am just-”“Nesting.”Everyone turns towards Amir at the same time.An omega typically starts nesting when they’re ready to have pups or are already expecting them.Millan'seyebrow
“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