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
“Stop laughing!”“Sorry…” Millancoughs to hide his smile not very effectively. “Right. Sorry. I’m serious now.”Axel Brook grunts and rolls his eyes. “You’re extremely irritating, you know that?”Millansmiles, ignoring the hurt in his jaw. “It’s why I got banned. By my own father. The one you plan to use me against.” He said as if he was talking to a really stupid three year old kid.Axel Brook shrugs. “I bet he doesn’t hate you as much as you think.”Millansnorts.“When I was eight, I told him I wanted to travel, he told me that if I ever stepped foot outside the territory, I’d better not show my face again. When I told him my uncle, his brother, raped me during my first heat, he just laughed, and told me to get over myself. When he caught me stealing suppressants to avoid another heat, he senten
Westonleads him to his office.“Here. We won’t be bothered.”After closing the door, he sits beside Millanon the couch. Westonsighs and Millan'sthroat tightens.He’s so scared he’ll get thrown out. He knows he has to leave but he just doesn’t want Westonto tell him to leave.It’s stupid. The result is the same but he just prefers it to be his decision.“Where to even begin?”Millandecides to get this over with as fast as possible.“I know you think we’re Fated Mates and I know you probably despise this whole thing and I understand,Weston. I’m not good for you, I’m not good for your pack either.”“Millan- ““I understand if you want me to leave. It’s fine, really.”“Millan,slow down a sec- ““No,Weston.I d
Millanstifles a groan as Nara probes his bruised cheek.Every time he winces, the crease between Weston’s eyebrows deepens. Millandoesn’t like seeing him so worried and jittery. It unnerves him.Nara rolls her chair back and takes off her gloves. Millanrelaxes, dangling his legs from his perch on the bed.“It’s not healing very fast.”“Don’t worry about it,Nara. I’ve always been a little slower when it comes to healing. But I always heal eventually.”He gives her a reassuring smile, as much for her as for Westonwhich is currently standing right behind her.Biting her lip, the doctor doesn’t seem too convinced.“Still, abruise like that should have healed in four to six hours. It’s been, what? Twenty-four hours? It’s as if… you’re healing like a human.”“Really,Nara,