“Hey, Mill, you awake?”Millan closes the book he’d stolen from the library hastily and throws it under his pillow.Weston opens the door to his room a second after.That was close. He tries to look like he’s just woken up, yawning and stretching. He’s pretty confident in his act, although the bags under his eyes might be telling a different story.He’s not too worried about that since Weston’s eyes are locked on the part of his stomach where his shirt has ridden.Millan smirks, his wolf satisfied at the attention.“Morning, Weston.”Weston’s eyes snap back up to meet his eyes. He flushes and coughs.“I’m going to make breakfast. You hungry.”Millan hesitates. He was planning on going straight to the hardware store.Weston rolls his eyes.“That wasn’t a question, Millan. Come downstairs and eat breakfast.”Sighing, Millan supposes he could eat before going to the store.Rolling out of bed and getting dressed, he almost forgets about the book under his pillow. He shoves it in his backp
Weston peeks into the hospital room where Nara is stitching a beta’s wound, face cold as she concentrates.Weston hates to interrupt, but Nara is always working anyway and he’s never felt so out of control. He needs a doctor’s point of view as soon as possible.“Hey, Nara, can we talk?”She doesn’t look up from her meticulous duty as she answers.“Sure. Let me just finish up here, I’ll be out in a sec.”Weston paces outside the room impatiently. He’s glad when Nara exits five minutes after and leads him to her office, understanding they’ll need privacy with her doctor instinct that Weston is continuously impressed by.Weston sits on the chair in front of the table while Nara sits on her chair behind the desk.“So what’s going on?”“It’s about Millan. He’s… umm.”No point in beating around the bush, Weston dwelled.“He’s my Fated Mate, I think...”Nara’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. She gapes for a while before saying anything.“What? Oh my g- wait, you ‘think’?”“Yeah, no. I’m prett
Millan. Is. Annoyed.The floral scent is killing his nostrils, so much so that he can’t even tell if Jace is following them.He was right, the guy is a major pain in the ass and he’s still debating if he wants to stay civil or not.To Dax’s defense though, he’s extremely talkative and that is something Millan can easily turn to his advantage.It’s not even midday and Millan has learned the names and functions of every member on the Council, exactly how impressive their pack military is and, most importantly, he’s learned that the camera system in the hardware store is almost non existent and that they have no alarm whatsoever.Dax was so distracted by the sound of his own voice that he was absolutely oblivious when Millan shoved a couple of tools in his pockets as they visited the hardware store.But now, he’s gotten all the information he could possibly want from Dax and he’s still chewing his ears off and as he’s slowly taking Millan through the gardens. Millan seriously considers
Weston has been half awake all night, attuned to Millan's exhaustion and lack of sleep.At around midnight, Weston had considered going to Millan's room and demanding to cuddle him until he slept for at least eight hours. He decided against it, his wolf instincts telling him to wait for Millan to come to him.Weston is now so glad he listened to his wolf.He’d been in between dreamland and consciousness when he’d heard his door opening slowly and quiet, small, tentative steps entering the room.The familiarity of the scent undeniable.Millan.Butterflies erupted in Weston’s stomach but he forced himself to keep even breaths, pretending to still be asleep.He wanted to know what Millan was going to do next.He was surprised and a little disappointed when he heard him settle on the hardwood floor.Now perched above his bed, Weston is observing Millan's curled up figure.His heart skips a beat when he realizes the omega is wearing his sweatshirt. He’d been wondering where he’d put that.
“They’re waiting for us at the hospital.”Weston stops walking for a second, dread settling in his guts.“Hospital? What’s going on exactly?”Weston starts walking again as fast as he can, Amir struggling to keep up with the Alpha’s larger steps.“I have no clue. It’s Alec. Came back from patrol all bloody. Says he has a message from Alpha Brook. Was told to deliver it to you specifically.”Weston nods, eyebrows furrowed.This can’t be good.He wouldn’t expect anything else from Axel Brook though, his pack being extremely conservative in every way, a total opposite from the Blayne Pack.Over the years, they’d never even recognized the validity of the Council, believing Alpha Autocracy is the only acceptable way to lead a pack and anything else is seen as a weakness in their eyes.That in itself has created countless delicate situations over the years. Adding in Axel Brook's desire to acquire more territory, their shared border seems to always teeter between peace and war.To put it bl
“This is insane, you can’t do this!”“Watch me.” The composure of Travis Caelan as he tears apart everything Millan holds dear in his life is astonishing. Even his mother looks shocked.“Honey, please think about this. Surely we can work something out. This is-”The Alpha doesn’t even have to use a commanding voice or say anything at all, his glare is enough to shut his wife’s objections. She turns to Millan with tears in her eyes, defeated.The frightened omega has never seen such a big crowd before. Almost every wolf of the pack has responded to the Alpha’s call to watch the inhabitual event unfold. They’re all staring as the imposing leader towers over the small werewolf. Normally so rebellious, Millan can’t do anything but shrink under the weight of everybody’s gaze, unshed tears in his eyes.“Millan, since the day you gained the ability to talk, you’ve been a disappointment. Not only to your mother and I, but to the entire pack. I can no longer excuse your defiance. You’ve co
Hand on the doorknob of the back door, backpack into place, a wavering determination on his face, Millan completely freezes, to the point of holding his breath and turns around.Weston is standing by the doorway, arms crossed… looking intimidating as hell.Amir is on his side, eyes puffy and red, Andy supporting him and looking just as bad as his brother.Millan feels a pang of guilt in his guts, he clutches the doorknob tighter.“I’m so sorry, Amir. I’m going to rectify this, I promise.”Amir’s eyebrows furrow.Millan thinks he’ll yell at him. He have every right to be mad, Millan would be.Instead, Amir launches and hugs him so tight it’s hard to breathe.“You idiot. I’m not mad at you and you don’t have to do shit.”“You don’t understand, Amir, it’s my fault-““It’s not. It’s really not.”Amir pulls away from the hug but keeps his hands on Millan's shoulders. His red rimmed eyes study him for a while and Millan tries not to squirm.“You’re still going to do something stupid, aren’t
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s all that goes through Millan'smind as two extremely muscular and tall alpha guards forcibly lead him down the hallway.Axel Brook can’t seem to shut up, going on and on about how easy it was to capture him.In only five minutes, Millan'srolled his eyes more times than he can count. He doesn’t think he’s ever met such an insufferable Alpha.“I thought I’d have some fun killing that beta friend of yours.I really didn’t think Westonwould be dumb enough to send you!”Tuning out the Alpha’s ramblings, Millaneyes a key dangling from one of the guard’s belt and smirks. Struggling against the bulky guards is stupid. Dumb. Suicidal. Moronic.Their hands are almost bigger than Millan'sarms for fuck’s sake. But Millan hasnever been the smartest and always liked a good fight. Even as unequal