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
There’s this place between sleep and consciousness, a fuzzy state.Comfortably lethargic. That’s where Millanis, cuddled up to his soulmate. They’d put on a film they both knew they wouldn’t really watch.As other wolves gathered in the living room, Millanbasked in the feeling of finally being part of a group. He’d let himself get lost in that fuzzy reassuring state.Heis vaguely aware of a strange vibration in his chest. As he feels Westonsmile above his head and place a quick kiss there, he realizes he’s purring again. Stranger though, he doesn’t care. He simply smiles and lets the moment engraveinhis memory.They’re both lulled to sleep, Millanalmost lost in dreams when he hears sudden shouting in the corridor.“I’m sorry! Amir! Please, wait! Let’s talk about this,Amir!”Millan'shead snaps up, m
“Argh! Crap.” Amir groans, bending down to tie his shoes for the twelfth time.“Can we change the command? I’m getting really fucking tired of tying and untying my shoes.”Millansnorts remembering how many times he’d done the exact same thing years ago.“Sure. How about picking up a stick?”Amir nods, “As long as it has nothing to do with tying laces anymore.”“Okay with you, Dax?”Daxshrugs from where he’s sitting on the ground, a bored look on his face.“Whatever you say, Milly.”Millanhas to restrain himself not to punch Dax’s smirk off of his face.“Don’t call me that.”Daxisn’t the strongest alpha Millanhasever met, but he has a strong enough alpha voice and it’s a good starting point for Amir.Also, he’d agreed not to say