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
Drained and confident Westonwill find him, Millansighs and sits on a bench.Letting his head rest back, he looks up at the sky and tries not to think of Stellaor his father. Of course, it’s all he can think about. His mind keeps going back to one single memory…(Flashback)Millan hasfound the best spot to pick up flowers for his mother. It’s one way he’s figured out to make her smile at him. Most times, his mother is annoyed at him, like he is asking too much of her time, but when he brings her a bouquet, usually, she smiles, thanks him and carefully puts it in a vase at the very center of the kitchen island. Millanis always proud to see the vase full of flowers he meticulously picked out. He’s currently choo
Westonblinks slowly, eyebrows raising in surprise.If Millanthought he looked confused before, it’s nothing compared to how he looks now.“Wait… what? Back up a bit. Stellais your mother? Your biological mother? I thought she was your aunt?”In all fairness, Millanshould probably give Westonall the information before he expects him to form an opinion.So that’s what he did.He told Westonhow his father forced Stellato carry his son and how she was forced to basically ignore Millan'sexistence all those years. Half way through the story, Millanlets his head rest on Weston’s chest again, finding that talking while staring at the woods is easier than when he’s directly looking at Weston.That’s how, surprising himself, Millangoes further in telling the story than he’d planned.Millanfeels the need to tell