“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.
Millan has 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's cheeks 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.
Millan nods 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
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
“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 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
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'
“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 rhythm of his feet hitting the ground, the irregular beating of his heart and his erratic breathing are the only sounds Millan's ears can pick up.He knows he is panting and probably wheezing and he knows they’re closing in, but he can only focus on putting one foot in front of the other and so on, as fast as his wolf will allow without shifting.In between two beats of his heart, he hears a threatening growl from one of his closest pursuers.Closer than Millan was expecting.He almost falls, trying to propel his body further than his feet will permit.The border is visible now.He can see the ancient oak tree. His sanctuary.He knows the pack won’t go further than the border and he knows the tree will be his shelter if he can only get to it in time.And if he read the map right.Just as one of the wolves is closing in, he makes a hard turn, jumping over a fallen tree as he does so.His attackers are faster and stronger, being alphas and betas, but he is agile and experienced in t
Millan has been awake for at least a couple of hours when daylight peeks through the cracks of the old wooden door.He hasn’t moved yet for two reasons.One, his leg is killing him; the slightest shift to his position sends piercing pain through his whole body.Second, and also most importantly, he can smell an alpha outside the cabin. The alpha knows Millan is in there. He is certain of it.Why else would he have stayed outside, just meters away, immobile, for at least the two hours Millan has been awake?He’s been thinking of a plan to get away unnoticed for all that time now and he hasn’t come up with anything good.By the subtle and soft snoring sounds he’s been hearing for the two hours he’s been awake, Millan figures the alpha is asleep in his hideout. There lays his only chance.He’ll try to get past the wolf without waking him.A plan that is most likely to fail pathetically, but Millan can’t think of any other way. He sighs, trying to ignore the twist in his stomach and gets
Andy had been in there for a while and the more time passes, the more Millan can hear shouts through the adjacent door.To his dismay, he can even make out some of the words they’re saying, mostly what the pack Head Alpha is saying since he shouts the loudest.“No, Andy! How many times do I have to… before you finally… NO WAY … a rogue in OUR pack?… cannot trust him … don’t care to know him … have enough members to worry about.”He hears more indistinct shouts before he hears pretty clearly: “His OWN pack didn’t even want him!”Millan feels like someone squeezed his heart in their hands and isn’t letting it go.He guesses Weston is not going to want to meet with him after all. He still sits there, on the edge of the couch, his precious bag between his feet and everyone in the room looking at him, some with pity, some with disdain, some with curiosity. Even the dictionary-reading beta looks at him with empathy in her eyes.He wills his head to stay up high and his posture to stay conf