As they open the door, Millan and Weston are met with wide eyed trainees and Jace, looking smug and satisfied.
He doesn’t look surprised at all to see Weston tagging along, contrary to the trainees who look wide eyed at Millan and Weston entering hand in hand.
They bow their heads and a couple ‘Alpha Blayne’ are muttered here and there.
Millan takes his hand out of Weston’s, suddenly feeling inadequate. He’ll never get used to how people act around Weston.
“So, where is Officer Grant?” says Jace, knowing full well he is nowhere in sight.
Millan shrugs and tries to keep his smirk at bay, “Last time I saw him, he was looking for you guys at Janine’s Coffee Shop.”
Jace laughs openly.
When Millan looks over at the small group of trainees, Colton in 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
TravisCaelanmarches towards his host’s office, determined to cut someone’s head off by the end of the day, preferably Axel Brook'shead, but he’ll take whichever is the most accessible at the moment.Or it might also be the annoying secretary hounding him.“Sir, please slow down! Your request for an audience hasn’t gotten through yet.”Travisstops and turns to face the smaller omega, meeting his big startled brown eyes with a malicious grin.“Oh! I’m sorry, my request hasn’t gotten through yet, I didn’t know.”There’s something deeply threatening in the uncharacteristic soft tone TravisCaelan is using, making the poor omega tremble in fear.“Yes sir. I’m s-sorry. I really am sor-”In a swift, leveled, effortless movement, Travisgrabs the omega by the throat and pushes him against the closest wall,
The surreal sight before them leaves them baffled.There, in front of an enormous bonfire, stands Axel Brook, draped in a flamboyant outfit, an impossibly annoying smirk on his face while multiple werewolves form a circle around the fire chanting and signing complicated symbols into the air in unison.“Oh,good!You’re here. I thought I’d have to fetch you. How convenient.” Axel says as soon as Westonand Millancome into earshot.Westonholds back an urge to grunt at yet another ridiculous display of useless drama from their neighbouring pack.“What are you doing,Axel?”“Why, I’m breaking the Border Curse of course,so that I can invade your territory.”Westonsnorts. “Thatis absurd. No one’s ever been able to do that.”“Actually,no. There’s a pack at the East, the EzraPack, mayb
As Millangrows more and more turned on, he almost loses his train of thought.“What do you have to-“ Millanmoans when Westonstarts torturing the other nipple, pinching the other with his fingers. “-to think about?”“Where-” Westonplaces a kiss to Millan'snow very sensitive nipple, “-I’m going to-“ Westonkisses his way down underneath Millan'sbelly button, dangerously close to his pelvis, “-mark you, of course.”Westongets to work,sucking and licking where his lips stopped and by the time a bruise forms,Millan isa panting and a whining mess.“Please,Wes, come on, you can mark me anywhere.” Millansays as his hands leave their spot from over his head.There’s a fire in Weston’s golden eyes as he grips Millan’s hands and places them back in their spotover his om
Millanadjusts his backpack for the umpteenth time in a nervous gesture.Every branch cracking under his feet resonates loudly in the silent woods. The crescent moon provides little light, accentuating shadows and making trees look taller than they are.Millanhopes he hasn’t made the wrong decision.There’s no doubt in his mind that his father is behind all this. He has no idea what he intends to do when he finally faces the Head Alpha of the Caelan Pack, but he knows he needs to confront Travisnonetheless-to end this once and for all.Still,what he wouldn’t give to be surrounded in Weston’s warmth again, as he was just a couple of hours ago.A shuffling sound in the leaves to his right side makes him stop walking abruptly. He listens, frozen into place until a squirrel pokes his nose out of the bushes.Millanlets out the breath he was holding. He hasn’t been that