Millan's wolf’s giddiness contrasts with Millan's anxiousness 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 Blayne Pack. Actually, his wolf is ecstatic, it would execute a series of embarrassing dance movements if Millan gave in. But he can’t.
Weston’s words reverberate in his head. He’d praised so confidently Millan's alleged strengths, even saying he’d make a great mate and leader.
Either Weston got his head in the sand due to this bonding phenomena or he is totally blind.
Or… maybe… Weston is right.
Maybe Millan is 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.
Millan wants 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
Westonisn’t going fast enough.Putting all his strength into it, Millanpush Westonand flips them over, straddling over him.Weston, surprised and amused, lets Millantake control and smiles trying to go back to kissing, but Millanpulls back.“Condoms?”Westonlaughs at Millan'simpatience.“Nightstand.”As Millanextends his upper body to open the nightstand drawer, Westonslowly meanders his fingers down Millan'ssides, feeling the goosebumps appearing underneath the small contact.When Millan'sbody comes back hovering over him, condom in hand, fumbling with it to open it, Westonlets a hand slide down Millan'sback, under his pants, to his bum.A slight squeeze makes Millangasp and he has to let go of the condom to brace himself on the bed, arms at Weston’s sides.Westonsmiles and squeezes
They’re just finishing the gigantic snack Weston had prepared when there’s a knock at the door.“Weston?”Amir’s voice comes out muffled on the other side of the door.“Yeah? Come in!”There’s a moment of silence where both Weston and Millan look at the door expectantly, but Amir doesn’t even move the handle.“Amir?”“Are you both decent?”Weston rolls his eyes and Millan laughs.“Yes, just come in, you twat.”Amir is smirking as he pokes his head in the room.“I am so sorry to interrupt, but we need you for a Council Meeting, Weston. It’s about… um… Axel Brook.”Millan freezes, carrot half way to his mouth. He had naively thought Axel Brook would just leave them alone. Of course, he wouldn’t.Weston is putting on pants over his boxer and a T-shirt when Millan's brain finally kicks back into gear and lets go of the carrot he was stupidly holding mid air.Millan gets up and puts on a pair of jeans just as Weston turns to him.“You don’t have to get up, love. I’ll be back soon.”Millan'
Uncomfortable silence settles as they both take in the implications of Stella’s statement.“That’s horrible.” And Madelyn does look horrified, voice barely audible.Stella shrugs and looks away, clearly not willing to dwell on the subject for long.“I did as I was told and two months later, I was pregnant. With you, Millan.”Millan swallows, holding Stella’s remorseful gaze. His father was more of an asshole than he’d previously believed. And he never thought that could be possible.“He didn’t want people to know what he’d done so he commanded me to leave for the duration of my pregnancy and to come back with the child only if it turned out to be an alpha male.”“I turned out to be an omega.”Stella shakes her head. “No. Not at first.”Millan's confusion must have shown and Stella explains further, “Your scent was akin to an alpha. I really thought you were one and when I came back with you in my arms, Travis did too. It’s only after your first birthday that your scent started to cha