“Whose car is that?”They’re walking back to the main house. Millan had wanted to get away from the hospital room and Weston had accepted on the condition that he’d rest at the main house.Although there is no way he is letting himself toss and turn and most of all, think alone in bed again. He’d agreed just so he could get out of the hospital.Anyway, he’s prepared to sneak out if need be, knowing his wolf can easily make the jump from his room’s window.As they’re approaching the entrance though, Millan can see a car parked right outside and he is intrigued.Werewolves usually don’t use cars unless they’re with humans. A car in Headquarters would mean humans in Headquarters…That’s not something Millan has seen very often.At Millan's inquiry though, Weston only shrugs, unbothered.“Looks like Maddie’s parents’ car. Probably just dropping her off.”That’s… That’s a lot of new information to take in.“Wait. Maddie’s parents are human? How’s that-? And she doesn’t live here?”Weston s
There’s shock and then sadness and then anger.All of those visible on Weston’s face but also extremely loud in their soul bond.“For fuck’s sake,Millan!” Westonstands up and Millancan’t keep eye contact anymore.“Weston,I- ““No, Millan. Why the hell would you still think that you have to leave? What don’t you understand in ‘I want you to stay’? In what language do I have to-”“It’s not that! I get it. You want me to stay. It’s just- It’s not that.”Millanhates that Westontakes a step back, he hates the hurt in his eyes.“Then what is it,Mill?” Realization dawns in Weston’s face and the hurt in his eyes triples. “D-do you… not like me, Mill?”Millan’s eyes widen at what the alpha in front of him is implying, “No! Th-t
Millan's wolf’s giddiness contrasts with Millan'sanxiousness making him toss and turn,unable to find sleep.He is grateful not to be alone out there again, to still have a place in the BlaynePack. Actually, his wolf is ecstatic, it would execute a series of embarrassing dance movements if Millangave in. But he can’t.Weston’s words reverberate in his head. He’d praised so confidently Millan'salleged strengths, even saying he’d make a great mate and leader.Either Westongot his head in the sand due to this bonding phenomena or he is totally blind.Or… maybe…Weston is right.Maybe Millanis a better person than he’d thought. Maybe he is worthy of Weston.Maybe he is worthy to belong in this pack. Maybe, he is worthy.Millanwants to believe it. But then again, nobody else ever saw that in him, not even himself.Does
“How can you ignore Alpha Commands? I had never seen an omega do that before you. I didn’t even think it was possible.”Millanhesitates. He could easily answer the how and avoid the why, but he feels like Weston’s recent vulnerability deserves a similar response. He takes a deep breath.“When I was younger, when I was still part of my pack… I had this uncle. Uriel. To put it lightly, he wasn’t a great person. Kind of a dick actually.”Westongoes stiff at the mention of his uncle. Millan isconfused since he hasn’t said anything about him yet but he lets it go.“When I was younger, he would take pleasure in ordering me around. Alpha Commanding me to do things for him like fetch him water, make his bed, clean his dishes, things like that. He’d even make me do the dumbest things like touch my toes for fifteen minutes just for the kick of it. Just to show me who
Weston is still growling at anyone that comes an inch too close to Millan's food.Although exasperating, it’s also extremely endearing. They’re having breakfast with other members of the pack and Weston’s hand hasn’t left Millan's knee the entire time.It’s almost impressive how well the Alpha can eat with only one hand.Millan isn’t used to so much protectiveness and he still isn’t so sure he likes it. His wolf is ecstatic, that’s undeniable. But Millan's still on the fence about the whole thing.He is so used to taking care of himself, making his own decisions and defending himself. He doesn’t need anybody to do all that for him and he certainly doesn’t want Weston to feel obligated to protect him.Still, surrounded by familiar faces, he thinks he could get used to this morning ritual.Jace and Amir are in an intense debate about a video game Millan wouldn’t know the first thing about. Now that he thinks about it, he hasn’t played a video game in more than a decade. Weston’s in conv
They’re in Millan's bedroom.And Millan is realizing now that he’s starting to think of it as ‘his’ and not the ‘guest’ bedroom. He doesn’t have time to dwell on that.Nara made him sit on the bed while she rolls the desk chair to sit in front of him as if they were in a hospital room and she was going to check on him.It makes Millan nervous.“So… I just wanted to follow up on everything, see how you were doing.”Millan shrugs, everybody’s kindness starting to make him uneasy.Why would Nara care at all?Before the Blayne Pack, Millan could easily identify the reason behind anyone’s actions. In a way, it was easier to deal with people like his uncle.Even now, it’s easier to deal with people like Dax who’s intentions are pretty clear: getting in Millan's pants.It’s annoying, creepy and uncomfortable, but at least, it’s clear.Millan can deal with that.But with people like Nara, like Andy, Amir, Madelyn and most of all, Weston, it’s hard to understand why they’d act so caring toward
As soon as Weston’s in sight, Millan runs outside to meet him.The small smile Weston is sending his way, although slightly reassuring, isn’t enough to ease the anxious pit in his stomach.“We need to talk.”“We need to talk.”They both laugh nervously.How they’re still surprised by their synchronicity is beyond Millan.Silence falls on them and they both stare at each other, uncertainty taking over their bond. He can’t stand this awkwardness between them. Awkwardness that’s never been there before.And that’s how Millan realizes how easy it has been with Weston.How everything felt natural, nothing ever forced.Sure, he’s been a mess, but Millan has always been a mess.Difference is, he’s never had an easy relationship with anybody in his life. Even with his friends, Caleb and Aaron.From as young as he can remember, he felt like an impostor, never omega enough, never werewolf or human enough.He’s never felt at ease with anybody.Until Weston.In a matter of weeks, they’ve shared m
Millan isfrustrated.They’re cuddling, about to fall asleep. Of course, Weston’s cuddles are amazing and Millan ishappy to bask in his reassuring scent.But… Millan isturned on beyond belief.He can’t help it. Weston’s protectiveness answers a need his wolf has had for years and Weston issexy and charming, but gentle and caring.A particular blend of traits that somehow awakens desires Millandidn’t know he had. And now they’re pressed up against each other and Weston’s warmth is engulfing him and he can’t think straight.But every time thingswill gofurther than kissing, Westonpulls away and tells him they need to cool down.Millandoesn’t want to cool down.He can’t help but think Westonisn’t attracted to him. At least not in the way Millan isattracted to Weston.Normally, he wo