Weston cried out as he feel his soul mate’s pain.
He’s too far, too late.
He shouldn’t have waited for Millan's signal. He should have killed Millan's father when he had the chance.
He doesn’t think he’s ever run that fast in his entire life. Axel’s bodyguard makes a pathetic attempt to stop him.
Weston makes 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 Millan who 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's father. It’s only when Travis goes limp on the ground that he sees the knife planted deeply in his flank.
Weston’s attention goes instantly back to Millan who 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.&
Even though Millankeeps his expression steady while pain shoots through his shoulder, Westonmusthavesense it and he gives Millan'shand a reassuring squeeze.Naraisremoving his bandage, careful not to disturb the sling holding his arm to his chest, to assess his recovery.The wound doesn’t look very good, red and swollen and Millancan feel Westonworrying by his side. Judging by her widening eyes, Nara thinks the same.“That’s really something…” Nara says mostly to herself.Westontenses beside Millan.“Is it bad?” Westonasks,hand squeezing Millan'salmost painfully.Narais brought out of her own thoughts and smiles widely at Weston.“Not at all. Millanis doing great! I’m amazed at how great he’s doing, consideringeverything that had happened.”Westons
Millanwakes up alone, tiredness still seeping in his bones and a sharp pain throbbing from his shoulder to the rest of his arm.Sleep not coming back to him anytime soon and a growing calling to the bathroom, he resolves to get up.Once he’s done washing up, without thinking about it, he tunes into Weston, trying to figure out what he’s doing through their bond.It’s a weird feeling when he smells the food through Weston’s nose and feels how heis trying to be silent and sneaky, probably not wanting to wake anybody up.Looking out the window at the sunrise, Millanfigures it is still fairly early.Naturally, Millan'sfeet take him downstairs towards his mate and the promise of breakfast.Once he pushes the door to the kitchen, he’s met with the fabulous sight of Weston’s back working over the stove. As always, theHeadAlpha is cooking a ridiculous amount of foo
Millan wakes, surrounded by warmth and safety.He recognizes Weston’s arms around him immediately and smiles, content. When he blinks awake, he discovers that Weston is fast asleep and takes a moment to appreciate the sight.A look to the window informs him of the late hour, faded rays of the rising moon illuminating the room vaguely.He’d slept the whole afternoon away, but there’s still heaviness in his body, willing his eyelids shut. Millan rests his head on Weston’s chest, breathing in the familiar scent and letting it lull him back to sleep.Usually, the scent would be enough, but Millan can’t seem to stay still. It’s as if there isn’t enough of Weston’s scent surrounding him.Eyes still half closed, he gets up and grabs the shirt Weston had discarded before hopping into bed. He goes back to bed and lays the shirt on top of himself before resting his head on Weston’s body again, mindful of his arm entrapped in the irritating sling.Just seconds after, still feeling on edge, he ge
The pregnancy test comes up negative, but Nara reiterates that it doesn’t mean much since the test can only detect a pregnancy after two weeks.Westoncan feel the doubt coming from Millan, but there is no uncertainty in the Pack Alpha’s mind. His fated mate is pregnant. It’s crystal clear in their bond, in the omega’s actions and in Millan'sscent.Gosh, that scent.Westonhasn’t been able to stop breathing in the addictive scent since he woke up to it.Millan isreading a book Madelyn had brought him, leaning on Westonwho’s going through Grant’s last report.Rather, TRYING to get through the platitude, but with his nose buried in Millan'shair, he ends up reading the same paragraph over and over again, never fully grasping its content.“You smell so good.” Westongroans as he inhales the intoxicating citrus and sweet scent
The first thing Amir wants to do, after ‘consummating’ the marriage proposal with his alpha properly, as well as mating with him, finally, without his brother’s contradictions, is to tell his friends.It’s amazing how fast he’s come to think of Millanas one of his best friends. He’s never felt such a strong connection to another omega before, usually preferring the company of betas and alphas.But then again, Millandoesn’t act like an omega all that much. Unless it has something to do with Westonthat is.So, after taking a thorough shower and trying to tame his messy hair to no avail, he trots down the corridor to Westonand Millan'sbedroom.He knocks and doesn’t wait for an answer before putting a hand to the doorknob.An animalistic growl and a telling whimper have him stop turning the doorknob and backing away, startled.It seems Amir isn’t th
“Wow. You both did a number on each other, huh?” Nara says with a smirk.She’s leaning on the door frame, taking in the state of their bedroom.“On the bed frame too, apparently.” She mumbles to herself, eyeing the ruined furniture.Millanhas to admit, the room is a mess.The tale of the last three days is written in the leftover food packages, in the trash bin and around it, in the clothes scattered around on the floor, in Weston’s tangled hair, in the hickeys scattered all over their bodies and in the ambient scent still tainted with arousal.Millan'scheeks heat up in embarrassment. However, Nara doesn’t seem too bothered, mostly amused.“Can I come closer?” She asks Millan, mindful of his nesting omega.Millannods and sighs, taking in the state of said nest. It’s in complete disarray even if he’d tried to keep it under control during t
Millan ishappy.Has never been happier really.So, where is this expending ball of nerves in his chest coming from?The pregnancy?No. It can’t be.When he thinks of having pups with Weston,all he can feel is endless joy and excitement especially since he can feel the same emotions coming from Weston’s side of their bond.So no, it’s not that.But something is pulling him down.No matter how much he tries to put it aside, to ignore it, he feels it as his omega ogles Weston’s back while he cooks.He feels it as Weston deposits an enormous plate of spaghetti in front of him, feels it when Westonsmiles at him, when his Alpha squeezes his knee under the table affectionately.There’s a threat looming over them, over this newfound bliss.And Millanknows what it is, once he really allows his thoughts to go there. And once he does, he can’t t