As he walks slowly towards Weston for the second time that night, pack wolves flanking him in a guard of honour, Millan's heart beats hard in his chest.
Anticipation grows in the air.
One of them- Millan thinks 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's attention is all focused on Weston, on the light coming from the torch he is holding- highlighting his strong jawline, on his gleaming gold eyes and his dimpled smile.
Pride radiates through their bond and Millan wishes he could capture this moment and put it in a bottle so he could relive it again and again.
As soon as Millan reaches him, Weston lifts the torch slightly and silence falls immediately on their audience.
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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
Millanmanages to keep his head down, looking scared until they’re close to the valley.He knows the hard part is ahead and its success depends on Amir’s logic. So far, Amir’s plan hasn’t failed him, so he has to go all in and trust it’ll work.As soon as they step into the pathway Grant had established as the best spot, Millanstarts to chuckle.He bites his bottom lip as if trying to stifle his laughter effectively making Axel stop walking and turn around with a tilt to his head and an arch eyebrow.“What the hell are you smiling for, kid? You know you’re in deep trouble here, right?”Millan'seyes widen as if he were caught doing something he shouldn’t have.Axelisnow frowning at Millanwho does his best to look as if he’s trying not to smile.Seeing Axel’sirritated expression, Millanthinks they should give hi
“Once again,Axel, that’s some very underwhelming work from you.” Travis’s unimpressed expression doesn’t betray any emotion at seeing his long lost son while Millandoes his best not to betray the myriad of sentiments hitting him like a punch to the gut.There, so close, stands his father, the one who banished him, who made him believe he wasn’t enough, made him believe he was defective.Afreak.But still, some part of him still wants this man’s acceptance, this man’s love.He had hoped that after all this time, after all Millan'sbeen through, Traviswould have lost some of his arrogance, that he wouldn’t intimidate Millanas much.But under his father’s judging red eyes, Millanfeels twelve all over again.Even without Clifford’s strong hold, he doesn’t think he could move, stuck between wanting to run away as fast as
Westoncriedout as he feel his soul mate’s pain.He’s too far, too late.He shouldn’t have waited for Millan'ssignal. He should have killed Millan'sfather when he had the chance.He doesn’t think he’s ever run that fastin his entire life. Axel’sbodyguard makes a pathetic attempt to stop him.Westonmakes quick work of sending the bodyguard flying,trusting the others to take care of him and Axel.All he can think about is getting to his Fated Mate, his omega, his Millan.His Millanwho isn’t moving anymore underneath the big gray wolf.He collides with Travis’s wolf form but is startled by the lack of fight in Millan'sfather. It’s only when Travisgoes limp on the ground that he sees the knife planted deeply in his flank.Weston’s attention goes instantly back to Millanwho lies on the grou
Millanwakes up to the familiar scent of rain and a warm hand drawing circles on his stomach.He realizes before he opens his eyes that his back is pressed up unto Weston’s body and he sighs, sinking further into his alpha’s warmth, content.Until he remembers.Remembers the flash of fear as Travisleaped towards him, as teeth dug deep into him.He remembers the resistance on the knife as he dug it in his father’s side and the blood pulling all over him in response.Eyes still closed, he tries to move his arm and gets a sharp pain in his shoulder and neck. He whimpers and opens his eyes to look at his bandaged trapezius.His arm is held to his chest by a sling and every little move feels like countless little needles digging into his arm.“Hey,sleepy head.” Weston’s lips speak softly directly in Millan'sear bringing goosebumps all over Millan'sbody.&