Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fourteen Days To Forever: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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

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

Millan hopes Weston doesn’t realize that he is panicking.The rise and fall of his chest created by his unnaturally fast beating heart is sure to give him away.Being drawn to an alpha this way, this urge to please and submit is new and confounding.And it’s all the more bewildering when it’s an alpha he doesn’t even know.Never has he, whatever the consequences it resulted in, bent to an alpha’s will just to please. Even going as far as to purposefully displease alphas just for the sake of it.Hell, that’s the main reason Brook Pack ended up chasing him away.Still, it’s hard to behave in an omega manner when Alpha Commands have no effect on you whatsoever and everyone looks at you like you’re a defective freak.Despising omegas who submit so easily and avoiding any obedient actions is the only way to survive without a supportive pack.Also, it’s fun to poke an alpha’s nerves until they snap. Unfortunately, it’s also a good way to perpetuate rejection.Now looking into Weston’s gold

Amidst numerous pills and creams, there lies the desired item.The problem is, it’s the only one of its kind there. Taking the whole jar would be too obvious. I need an empty container, he figured.“Container… container,” he mumbles while looking around the room.Not finding anything useful, he goes back to the cabinet. He decides to pour one of the bottle of painkillers into a smaller, concealed compartment of his own bag.Painkillers are always practical anyway. He proceeds to transfer as much of the ointment as he can in the now empty bottle without it being too conspicuous.Ointment back into place and cabinet locked, he tosses the key on the floor where Nara had rushed to help him earlier. Hopefully, she’ll think she dropped it.He contemplates keeping the key to further his stash later, but that would be a greater risk and he supposes he’ll have plenty of opportunities to steal medical supplies during his stay.Besides, the lock on the cabinet doesn’t look too hard to pick. He

When Weston suggested he move from the hospital room to a guest room in the main house, Millan imagined he would be placed into a less comfortable area in the basement.Years of experience free loading off of reluctant packs taught him not to expect the best treatment. But this must be the nicest place he’s ever been in.The heavy duvet and numerous pillows on the king sized bed make it hard not to throw himself on it dramatically as soon as he opens the door.Colourful paintings hung on the walls, windows decorated with greenery go as high as the ceiling, the hand carved wood everywhere makes the place feel cozy and elegant.In all honesty, Millan could stay in this room for the remainder of his stay and be totally content.But hunger and a rumbling stomach are getting hard to ignore.He vaguely remembers pancake and eggs being brought to him at the hospital in the morning, but he’d gotten side tracked with stealing and exploring.A frustrating habit of his. It’s with food in mind th