“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.”
Millan snorts 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?”
Dax shrugs from where he’s sitting on the ground, a bored look on his face.
“Whatever you say, Milly.”
Millan has to restrain himself not to punch Dax’s smirk off of his face.
“Don’t call me that.”
Dax isn’t the strongest alpha Millan has ever 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
As he walks slowly towards Westonfor the second time that night, pack wolves flanking him in a guard of honour,Millan'sheart beats hard in his chest.Anticipation grows in the air.One of them- Millanthinks he recognizes Amir’s blonde fur- howls enthusiastically and the others join in.A surge of overwhelming acceptance threatens to bring tears to his eyes.In the midst of the loud happy cries from the pack wolves, Millan'sattention is all focused on Weston, on the light coming from the torch heis holding-highlighting his strong jawline, on his gleaming gold eyes and his dimpled smile.Pride radiates through their bond and Millanwishes he could capture this moment and put it in a bottle so he could relive it again and again.As soon as Millanreaches him, Westonlifts the torch slightly and silence falls immediately on their audience.“Members of the B
TravisCaelanmarches towards his host’s office, determined to cut someone’s head off by the end of the day, preferably Axel Brook'shead, but he’ll take whichever is the most accessible at the moment.Or it might also be the annoying secretary hounding him.“Sir, please slow down! Your request for an audience hasn’t gotten through yet.”Travisstops and turns to face the smaller omega, meeting his big startled brown eyes with a malicious grin.“Oh! I’m sorry, my request hasn’t gotten through yet, I didn’t know.”There’s something deeply threatening in the uncharacteristic soft tone TravisCaelan is using, making the poor omega tremble in fear.“Yes sir. I’m s-sorry. I really am sor-”In a swift, leveled, effortless movement, Travisgrabs the omega by the throat and pushes him against the closest wall,
The surreal sight before them leaves them baffled.There, in front of an enormous bonfire, stands Axel Brook, draped in a flamboyant outfit, an impossibly annoying smirk on his face while multiple werewolves form a circle around the fire chanting and signing complicated symbols into the air in unison.“Oh,good!You’re here. I thought I’d have to fetch you. How convenient.” Axel says as soon as Westonand Millancome into earshot.Westonholds back an urge to grunt at yet another ridiculous display of useless drama from their neighbouring pack.“What are you doing,Axel?”“Why, I’m breaking the Border Curse of course,so that I can invade your territory.”Westonsnorts. “Thatis absurd. No one’s ever been able to do that.”“Actually,no. There’s a pack at the East, the EzraPack, mayb
“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