As he walks slowly towards Weston for the second time that night, pack wolves flanking him in a guard of honour, Millan's heart beats hard in his chest.
Anticipation grows in the air.
One of them- Millan thinks 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's attention is all focused on Weston, on the light coming from the torch he is holding- highlighting his strong jawline, on his gleaming gold eyes and his dimpled smile.
Pride radiates through their bond and Millan wishes he could capture this moment and put it in a bottle so he could relive it again and again.
As soon as Millan reaches him, Weston lifts the torch slightly and silence falls immediately on their audience.
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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
As Millangrows more and more turned on, he almost loses his train of thought.“What do you have to-“ Millanmoans when Westonstarts torturing the other nipple, pinching the other with his fingers. “-to think about?”“Where-” Westonplaces a kiss to Millan'snow very sensitive nipple, “-I’m going to-“ Westonkisses his way down underneath Millan'sbelly button, dangerously close to his pelvis, “-mark you, of course.”Westongets to work,sucking and licking where his lips stopped and by the time a bruise forms,Millan isa panting and a whining mess.“Please,Wes, come on, you can mark me anywhere.” Millansays as his hands leave their spot from over his head.There’s a fire in Weston’s golden eyes as he grips Millan’s hands and places them back in their spotover his om
Millanadjusts his backpack for the umpteenth time in a nervous gesture.Every branch cracking under his feet resonates loudly in the silent woods. The crescent moon provides little light, accentuating shadows and making trees look taller than they are.Millanhopes he hasn’t made the wrong decision.There’s no doubt in his mind that his father is behind all this. He has no idea what he intends to do when he finally faces the Head Alpha of the Caelan Pack, but he knows he needs to confront Travisnonetheless-to end this once and for all.Still,what he wouldn’t give to be surrounded in Weston’s warmth again, as he was just a couple of hours ago.A shuffling sound in the leaves to his right side makes him stop walking abruptly. He listens, frozen into place until a squirrel pokes his nose out of the bushes.Millanlets out the breath he was holding. He hasn’t been that
Millanmanages to keep his head down, looking scared until they’re close to the valley.He knows the hard part is ahead and its success depends on Amir’s logic. So far, Amir’s plan hasn’t failed him, so he has to go all in and trust it’ll work.As soon as they step into the pathway Grant had established as the best spot, Millanstarts to chuckle.He bites his bottom lip as if trying to stifle his laughter effectively making Axel stop walking and turn around with a tilt to his head and an arch eyebrow.“What the hell are you smiling for, kid? You know you’re in deep trouble here, right?”Millan'seyes widen as if he were caught doing something he shouldn’t have.Axelisnow frowning at Millanwho does his best to look as if he’s trying not to smile.Seeing Axel’sirritated expression, Millanthinks they should give hi
“Once again,Axel, that’s some very underwhelming work from you.” Travis’s unimpressed expression doesn’t betray any emotion at seeing his long lost son while Millandoes his best not to betray the myriad of sentiments hitting him like a punch to the gut.There, so close, stands his father, the one who banished him, who made him believe he wasn’t enough, made him believe he was defective.Afreak.But still, some part of him still wants this man’s acceptance, this man’s love.He had hoped that after all this time, after all Millan'sbeen through, Traviswould have lost some of his arrogance, that he wouldn’t intimidate Millanas much.But under his father’s judging red eyes, Millanfeels twelve all over again.Even without Clifford’s strong hold, he doesn’t think he could move, stuck between wanting to run away as fast as
Westoncriedout as he feel his soul mate’s pain.He’s too far, too late.He shouldn’t have waited for Millan'ssignal. He should have killed Millan'sfather when he had the chance.He doesn’t think he’s ever run that fastin his entire life. Axel’sbodyguard makes a pathetic attempt to stop him.Westonmakes quick work of sending the bodyguard flying,trusting the others to take care of him and Axel.All he can think about is getting to his Fated Mate, his omega, his Millan.His Millanwho isn’t moving anymore underneath the big gray wolf.He collides with Travis’s wolf form but is startled by the lack of fight in Millan'sfather. It’s only when Travisgoes limp on the ground that he sees the knife planted deeply in his flank.Weston’s attention goes instantly back to Millanwho lies on the grou
Millanwakes up to the familiar scent of rain and a warm hand drawing circles on his stomach.He realizes before he opens his eyes that his back is pressed up unto Weston’s body and he sighs, sinking further into his alpha’s warmth, content.Until he remembers.Remembers the flash of fear as Travisleaped towards him, as teeth dug deep into him.He remembers the resistance on the knife as he dug it in his father’s side and the blood pulling all over him in response.Eyes still closed, he tries to move his arm and gets a sharp pain in his shoulder and neck. He whimpers and opens his eyes to look at his bandaged trapezius.His arm is held to his chest by a sling and every little move feels like countless little needles digging into his arm.“Hey,sleepy head.” Weston’s lips speak softly directly in Millan'sear bringing goosebumps all over Millan'sbody.&
“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