Weston blinks slowly, eyebrows raising in surprise.
If Millan thought he looked confused before, it’s nothing compared to how he looks now.
“Wait… what? Back up a bit. Stella is your mother? Your biological mother? I thought she was your aunt?”
In all fairness, Millan should probably give Weston all the information before he expects him to form an opinion.
So that’s what he did.
He told Weston how his father forced Stella to carry his son and how she was forced to basically ignore Millan's existence all those years. Half way through the story, Millan lets 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, Millan goes further in telling the story than he’d planned.
Millan feels 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
“Who can tell me what happened to Gabriel Hudson in the WD case twenty years ago?”Silence falls as Jacewaits for an answer. To no avail.“Anyone?” Jacesighs, visibly disappointed and Millanwishes he knew what the hell the WD case was.Heishonestly wondering what Jace hasbrought him here for. Finally, a dainty hand raises above the group, a beta woman on the smaller side, wide green eyes waiting for permission to speak.Jacenods, encouraging her to speak up and break the silence.“Gabriel Hudson was the spy who discovered WD’s fraudulent documents. He wanted to give them to the media but he was followed. He ended up leading WD straight to the journalists he was supposed to meet. They were all killed including agent Hudson and the documents were destroyed.”“Thank you,Ava. Nice to knowthatat least one of you paid attention
As they open the door,Millanand Westonare met with wide eyed trainees and Jace, looking smug and satisfied.He doesn’t look surprised at all to see Westontagging along, contrary to the trainees who look wide eyed at Millanand Westonentering hand in hand.They bow their heads and a couple ‘Alpha Blayne’are muttered here and there.Millantakes his hand out of Weston’s, suddenly feeling inadequate. He’ll never get used to how people act around Weston.“So, whereisOfficer Grant?” says Jace, knowing full well he is nowhere in sight.Millanshrugs and tries to keep his smirk at bay, “Last time I saw him,he was looking for you guys at Janine’s Coffee Shop.”Jacelaughs openly.When Millanlooks over at the small group of trainees, Coltonin the front row is shaking his head slightly,
“I can’t do this,”Amir groans as he stands up from picking up a stick for the umpteenth time this morning.Millanfrowns. In all honesty, after a week in his own training when he was younger, he was able to resist Alpha Commands better.There must be something he isn’t explaining correctly. At Amir’s disappointed stance however, Millanforces his frown to smooth over.“What are you talking about? You almost resisted it just now!” Millantries to encourage Amir to no apparent effect.“’Almost’ being the key word here.” Amir throws the stick to the floor in annoyance.While Millansearches for another word of encouragement or some other technique Amir could use, Daxstands up, yawning loudly.“Sun’s almost up, we should probably call it a day anyway,right?”Amir sighs, “Dax is right. Andyand
Millan’s mind is racing, picturing every incriminating item he’d stacked into that backpack.This is not good.“Stop!” Coltonrepeats, a little out of breath.Silence falls, every one waiting for Coltonto explain the interruption.“I have information about the Rogue that the Council should know about before proceeding with the ritual.”Millanswallows with difficulty, mouth suddenly parched.If it weren’t for Weston, he’d be running half way to the next border already. But he’s in too deep now.The only way he’s leaving is if he gets thrown out.Which might happen sooner than expected.Millanswallows again. He’d kill for a glass of water right about now.Coltonopens the bag, taking out the medicinesMillanhad stolen on his first week in the pack, holding them up for everyone to see.
Of all the things, Millandid not expect Westonto get stuck on that. Surprise takes over his current existential crisis.“Uhm… I… well… Sorry.” Is all Millancan think to say.“Why?” Weston is still looking at the shirt in wonderment.“Huh?” Millanglances at the other Council Members.The annoyance radiating from Grantis palpable, Amir’s lips are tugging upwards and Malakai seems to be repressing a grin of his own.“Why?” Westonrepeats, leaving Millana little bewildered at the turn of events.“Umm,I don’t- I’m not too sure,really.I just… I am just-”“Nesting.”Everyone turns towards Amir at the same time.An omega typically starts nesting when they’re ready to have pups or are already expecting them.Millan'seyebrow
As he walks slowly towards Westonfor the second time that night, pack wolves flanking him in a guard of honour,Millan'sheart beats hard in his chest.Anticipation grows in the air.One of them- Millanthinks he recognizes Amir’s blonde fur- howls enthusiastically and the others join in.A surge of overwhelming acceptance threatens to bring tears to his eyes.In the midst of the loud happy cries from the pack wolves, Millan'sattention is all focused on Weston, on the light coming from the torch heis holding-highlighting his strong jawline, on his gleaming gold eyes and his dimpled smile.Pride radiates through their bond and Millanwishes he could capture this moment and put it in a bottle so he could relive it again and again.As soon as Millanreaches him, Westonlifts the torch slightly and silence falls immediately on their audience.“Members of the B